One day in April, I went for a hike. Twenty kilometres in under six hours in freezing drizzle and stiff sub-zero wind. I think I was trying to break my body in punishment for carrying around so useless a person, unable to do one damn thing to stop the bodies of other girls being broken. I think I was trying to dissolve it on the other end of the planet because it carried a small piece of a girl born in Ferozepur in 1931 whose body had just turned to ash.
