On a hot, sunny afternoon, my brothers got lost at the Chennai railway station. The sweltering heat left me dazed—half in the bus, waiting for them to turn up, and half on the railway station, searching frantically for them. I know not how the hours passed and I don't remember anything except the station master's hazy dingy little office, where the twins sat on a table, swinging their legs, their mouths stretched in a lollipop-sticky grin.
Sometimes, I wonder if my parents lost them forever that day, that I'm the only one who can see them now.
