“We heard of ambushes on roads we knew, of villages attacked, of headmen and officials killed. It was at this time that Mahesh said something which I remembered. It wasn’t the kind of thing I was expecting from him – so careful of his looks and clothes, so spoiled, so obsessed with his lovely wife. Mahesh said to me: “What do you do? You live here, and you ask that? You do what we all do. You carry on.”
