He had thought that eventually it would stop feeling as if he were trapped in a strange dream, his skin hollowed out and uneasy over his bones, his consciousness tripping numbly through it all: the arrival at the mahal. Reuniting with Bhumika. Seeing her face—the look upon it—as if through water. Everything distorted. There were things he was meant to feel. And yet somehow, he could not. He’d felt things very strongly, once.
