There’s a party on in Shiv Vihar. The pink and whitetent is lined with chairs, and food is served out ofgiant woks. A DJ is setting up his sound system. “He’s had a son, this is the function to name him,” an elderly woman tells us, pointing at a man standing in front of us. Although not keen to talk to us, the man introduces himself as Sandeep. “The riots never made it to our lane,” he says. “We made sure of it.