Whatever I do, my mother did first: Barkha Dutt

"I remember a long night spent huddled in an underground bunker with soldiers who were to go up for an assault the next morning. These men had just saved our lives, lunging to push us away from an ammunition dump targeted by Pakistani shelling and then offering us their bunker to keep us safe. We sat around a decrepit tape recorder listening to Kenny Rogers’ country music, trying our best to stay calm. In the accelerated intimacy that can only be created by situations where the lines blur between life and death, we felt instantly sentimental about these young soldiers."