A woman is sitting in front of a mirror. Her speech is completely incoherent. Interspersed between the strings of nonsense syllables are meaningful sentences with precise information such as the bus number that brought her from one side of the border to the other. The woman is drawing grotesque designs on her body, registering these only in the mirror. She says she is designing a body that is appropriate for the time, for in those days, she says, women had to grow two stomachs, one was the normal one and the second was for them to be able to bear the fruits of violence within themselves ~ Sadat Hasan Manto

And an exile has to grow two bodies to hold the torment of seperation in one, and to live using the other...