Mita and I were speaking of a mutual friend who had killed himself. Mita laughed aloud, throwing her hair back, "What did you just call it? Mental health issues?" Her laughter rang so strangely in my ears. I had always thought she too had 'mental heath issues'. But she never spoke of it, so I obviously never suggested.

But in lunch break, as Mita went from person to person laughing and gossiping, I felt my stomach churn.

I hurried back to my work. Later in the day, I took a, went home. Sanjay came still later. He threw his jacket in the table and threw himself on another couch. He was loud and bossy like Mita, "You know my colleague! He has depression! I knew it, you would also know..."

"Oh," I said, trying to sink into the book I was reading.

Sanjay never asked for my help in arranging his shoes or his clothes. His food was on the table. He ate by himself. But... today he did none of that. He came up behind...