"It is a sad thing. A sad happy thing."
"I want to join them," Prema went on. "I want to invite myself in, sit down and take a plate of fish curry and rice."
"You should," said Timothy, deadpan. She laughed, imagining it.
He slowed down next to another house. Prema loved that he liked to do this too. They watched a teenaged girl play with a toddler, and pull the kid back to her by his shirt again and again, as he tried to get away. The little boy could barely breathe, he was laughing so hard. He pulled hard, finally breaking away as she lost her grip. He fell and started crying, and the girl scolded him, lightly slapping his cheeks and shushing him. Timothy drove the bike back into the dark jungle.
These home lights were not for them. The jungle certainly didn't belong to them. They wo
