‘If you’re happy in a dream, Ammu, does that count?’ Estha asked. ‘Does what count?’ ‘The happiness – does it count?’ She knew exactly what he meant, her son with his spoiled puff. Because the truth is, that only what counts counts. The simple, unswerving wisdom of children. If you eat fish in a dream, does it count? Does it mean you’ve eaten fish? The cheerful man without footprints – did he count?
