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Night of Happiness by Tabish Khair

I have to find a solution to it. Perhaps you, in your remoteness, will be my solution. Maybe it is a kind of redemption to speak, freely and truly, to a total stranger? Maybe there is no other redemption? I will find out. I hope to find out.

What happens when you're forced to deal with what noone should have to?   When the world of the real as we know it overlaps with the world as it could be unbeknownst to us? What do you do when you're drawn into another's life? When the most horrific scene you've seen isn't in a film but in your own life? Whom do you tell? Is it easiest, and possibly most sensible, to leave your words to strangers?