Salt is white, like sadness – gleaming. Salt is nothing but sadness. One-third of the Earth’s waters are actually the tears of the world, from where salt is born. Since we eat salt, our blood is salty, tears salty, sweat salty, even the heart. The heart is the storehouse of sadness, a treasury of salt,…

Ruby Gupta’s underwear was still wet on the day of the Jallianwala Bagh massacre. While collecting the laundry, hung to dry on the terrace, Ruby Gupta had noticed – the other clothes were dry, just the underwear was still wet. She was terrified. Whenever her underwear doesn’t dry, something terrible happens somewhere. Sometimes I think…

I suffer whenever I meet a good man because his sadness is limitless. Whenever we meet, I hug a good man and try to ascertain how deep he will sink, how deep. I caress his back whipped by the dark wind. I stare at his two lips which will be muted by barbaric distrust, and…