Once I had a dream. It began in a little brown sawali house on the side of a hill. Inside, lying down on a cot by the kitchen, was a woman, sewn together. She was made up of four parts. I would go ...

Of our family’s residency at UP campus in the early 1960s we can barely remember pertinent details, except that we stayed in a sawali house on an incline of road in Area 14, the address called T ...