Synopsis Four Stories. The shrill ring of a telephone in the depths of the night, the nightmare of an anxious father who refuses to face the fear that his son may have been killed. The desperate plea of a destitute dusad goatherd that he has a fundamental right to his property of a few ill-fed goats. The terror a little boy at the relentless violence of the upper castes against his kith and kin, in his mind inextricably linked to the name Gandhi after whom public spaces are so often named. And the helpless grief of two mother who mourn the death of their sons, Ram and Rahim, separated by religion but in the end united in the senseless waste of their untimely death. Not front page news, just the human face of the statistics that swell the inside pages of our newspapers. In her inimitable manner, the author brings us face to face with the reality of oppression and repression that haunts our country.