After the Memory

“Whenever I came here in the 1980s or 1990s, Dhyan Singh would make it a point to visit me…” my uncle said. “Dhyan Singh, who?” “The famous dacoit Dhyan Singh!… You don’t know about Dhyan Singh?” “No idea…” “He had twenty-two murders on his head and a bounty of 50,000 on him those days…” “Really, …