Òyì nke e mepụtara

The camera glides over India — from the mist-wreathed Himalayas to the sun-scorched deserts of Rajasthan, over the monsoon-fed plains of Ganga and the cradle of civilization along the Indus. A land where myth and memory weave their way through every grain of soil and strand of DNA. They say DNA is truth, the purest reflection of who we are and where we come from. But in India, that truth has—more than once—been twisted. Claims of ancient purity, caste lineage traced in your genes, or a civilizat