“So this was betrayal. It was like being left alone in the desert at dusk without water or warmth. It left your mouth dry and will broken. It sapped your tears and made you hollow.”

“Closing up. Finally spent.You are gone.And now you're moving along.Heavy now. Tears remain.Hard pressed to rest.When all I feel like is a mess.Now, don't you worry your head.You're not my one and only friend.And I don't need you anymore.To leave me bruised and broken on the floor.You left me bruised. You left me broken.You left me bruised. You left me broken.”

“Tell me Ignatius B., who has broken your heart and left you so angry?”

“It was the stop that happened when you made up your mind to confess, but your mouth betrayed you in the end.”

“The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it. The long life seemed to have set in; the trifling airs, nibbling, the clammy breaths, fumbling, seemed to have triumphed. ..”

“I had no eyelashes left. So when I cried, the tears rolled down, unabated to my mouth. My saliva tasted those days, like a salt lake. Or so he said.'('Left from Dhakeshwari')”