Morning was my night spilled over as a flyover was recalled with men under it. The Kolkata flyover that spilled into the lives of anonymous victims as it came crashing on them . It was our city’s men who had made it .
An act of God? Does God do a shoddy job? Was it their God or ours in this city whose men went to build it? Why do you make me feel guilty? I am not my brother’s keeper.