I used to wonder, Where does the newspaper come from? Why does it come only once each day, in the morning? What’s in it? Picking it up, Abbu would tell Ammu, “Here, ten dead today as well.” “Here, thirty dead today as well,” he would say, and start looking sad. I thought all the newspaper did was tell us how many people had died. Everyone had to read about death as soon as they woke up in the morning. At least, that was what Abbu did every day. Then he went out.
