Then in the following morning: “The sound of rustling newspapers woke me from an exhausted sleep. There was just enough light to see Velaithan gather her clothes and leave the room. I knew she had gone down to the stream and wouldn’t want me around. I dozed off and woke again when she returned.”
‘What about it?’ I asked.
I stopped walking and turned to face her.
‘That’s a frivolous argument.”
‘There are many, many justifications.’ She sounded detached as if reading a lesson. “The history of violence and cruelty towards our people is the primary reason’….