I'm afraid to write; what can anyone write today? When lives hang in the balance, I am at a seminar which discusses the reconciliation of multiplicity of meanings in the Postmodern condition, the versions of the truth, what is real and what is not.
I go downstairs, my arms and legs shaking because in the notebook in which I was taking notes, someone wrote, "There's been another blast at Trident".
I call F in Bombay, she's stuck at somebody's house. Andheri hasn't been hit.
Hit?
Yes, it's a War.

Against whom?

Tomorrow is voting day in New Delhi.

All in a day's work.