“They were rewarded for clearing neighborhoods, these boys in uniforms who were ordered to wander like bands of marauders, and when they were older, if they survived, they had to face the monsters they once were. Mariam imagined the dour court reporter transcribing hours of testimony, and witnesses answering endless questions about one incident in front of a panel of people whose stake in the truth was unknown. Sometimes she thought these efforts at documentation could elevate human consciousness and put an end to all war. Then she remembered how big the world was, how pregnant it was with war at every moment.”

- The Pathless Sky, Chaitali Sen