'As a child, waving paper flags on Independence Day had meant freedom to me. The three colours, saffron, white and green, held the promise of equality for the cheerful mongrel mix of communities and faiths, the cacophonous and varied voices that rang out from every corner. We were a vast multitude — now 1.3bn people — constantly elbowing past each other, squeezing together to make more room. “Kindly adjust” could have been the national mantra. At 70, we’re negotiating a dangerous bend in the river. A young, and traditionally minded, generation of Indians don’t carry the memories of the Indian independence movement in their DNA, as previous generations did.' Nilanjana Roy reflects on her country’s journey, 70 years on. Read more at ft.com.
Photography by @MaxPinckers from his series ‘Will They Sing Like Raindrops or Leave Me Thirsty’ (2014)