“The third jump. Dhruv's hand dropped. His eyes rolled upward—the whites visible, the irises disappearing, the specific ocular signature of a consciousness departing. His body went slack beneath the bicycle with the abrupt, total relaxation of a person who is no longer a person but a body, the difference between the two states being the absence of the animating force that science calls life and that Jagat, standing on the bicycle frame in the November light of the Waknaghat dirt road, experienced as silence.”