How is Kashmir, Toru? Dear Toru, my letters to your brother elaborate on how our colony was burnt. Remember our colony, Toru? The man-holes, the electric wires? The transformer would explode every other day. I’ll let you rummage through the letters once I return. I am gradually getting accustomed to the life in Batanagar. It is empty, silent, and so poignant in the evenings. The bus takes almost an hour to move from one stop to another. Things I do to be in the outskirts. How is Kashmir, Toru? How well have you progressed with Azadi?