Summary:
She knew the crying of a dog was an omen for bad things, but how much worse could things possibly be? She advanced towards Kalu, the dog who sat right in the centre of the street. All around, the road was strewn with stones and bricks, shards of glass, iron rods, bicycle chains. Umaben looked at the dog: its head on the ground, Kalu lay supine, ignoring her. Umaben turned away from the crossing and walked like a robot to the small shop that was once owned by Fakirbhai..