Of the hundreds of dreams that I have seen over the years, and the dozens that I remember in varying degrees of vividness, there's one whose imprint hasn't faded even a decade and a half later. I saw this dream when I was around 10 years old. We used to stay in Vikas Puri in a 2 BHK house then. I was standing in the second bedroom when the vacant parking lot besides my house caught my attention. There was a cylinder that had just burst, and my brother was lying next to it. Split in half. I couldn't make out whether he was alive or not. I immediately went to my dad who was in the bathroom, shaving. He ignored me when I told him about it. My mother was equally nonchalant and busy cooking when I informed her. My parents ignorance shocked me. I woke up. For a long time, I couldn't go to that room of my house, especially at night. Between the bedroom in which all four of us used to sleep, and that other bedroom, there were the bathroom and the toilet. The toilet...