The great poet Ghalib, part of a long tradition of eclectic liberalism, found Benaras so compelling that he wrote his longest poem on the holy city, 'Chiragh-e-Dair' (Mandir Ka Diya or Lamp in the Temple):
'Ibadat khaana-e-naaqoosian ast,
Hama na Kaaba-e-Hindostan ast.


(Devotees make searing music with conch shells,
This truly is the Kaaba of Hindustan.)

Take Ghalib and his myriad followers out of the equation. Will Hindustan be left with a gaping hole or become something quite new? The Muslim Vanishes, a play by Saeed Naqvi, attempts to answer that question.
Caste, the Hindu-Muslim divide, Pakistan-Kashmir-decibel levels on these subjects are too high, with each side fiercely defending their own narratives for a conversation to take place. What is the way out of this trap?
Razor-sharp, gentle and funny, Saeed Naqvi falls back on a combination of grandma's bedside stories, Aesop's fables and Mullah Nasruddin's feigned foibles to spring an inspired surprise on us. Can it douse the flames?