Randhir: Beta, just tell me why?
1977–1979
He had never understood his sister. He had never known what she wanted, what she didn’t, what she dreamt of. It didn’t seem to him that she dreamt of anything. How could his sister live without dreams? He had always wondered. But after he finished his MA and began working in his father’s factory, he didn’t dream either. Perhaps it was better to be like his sister and not have dreams, because if you had them and they died, it was worse than never having had them at all.
It was an hour’s drive to the factory, and an hour back. He and his father left early in the morning and came home late at night. Work was continuous. The workers were discontented; rumour had it that they were forming a union. When he told his father that it wasn’t a bad thing,
