Z is a manicurist who lives in the far Northern suburbs of Mumbai. She commutes to work each day to a tony salon in Bandra. Just before Ramzan Eid, I asked Z how she planned to celebrate and whether recent attacks on mosques and Muslim communities around the country had caused celebrations to be curtailed.

Z reassured me that the neighbourhood she lives in is ‘not like that’. “It’s safe,” she said, “with no history of communal incidents.” She fell silent. Then mentioned almost casually, “My brothers walk me to the auto-rickshaw stand every day because the young men there call me names and snatch at my hijab.”

Just another ‘normal’ routine for a young, Muslim woman seeking to do no more than commute to work each day.

In other news, this week, for the first time, I turned down an invitation to speak at a UN event because I fear the potential consequences.