Bhai-Behen

What the Night Made Us: Three Brother’s in Dilemma

At twenty-six, Sanjay had learned that adulthood was mostly pretending you knew where you were going. The trick worked surprisingly well. Wear an ironed shirt. Keep two credit cards in your wallet. Complain about taxes. Answer your mother’s calls with haan, Maa, kha liya. Post photographs from office parties where everyone held glasses they did not particularly enjoy drinking from. People assumed you had a plan. Sanjay had none. At 8:17 on a humid Saturday evening, he stood outside a small hotel near Boring Road in Patna with a backpack over one shoulder and watched an auto-rickshaw fight unsuccessfully with…