At least not until the Terror took hold of him. Not until he saw, night after night, a little boat being rowed across the river. Not until he saw it … - Arundhati Roy

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At least not until the Terror took hold of him. Not until he saw, night after night, a little boat being rowed across the river. Not until he saw it return at dawn. Not until he saw what his Untouchable son had touched. More than touched.
Enter.
Loved.