Contents
Title Page
Dedication
‘We have long forgotten the ritual …
Diagonally across the Kamala Nehru Park …
I lie back.
With nothing to do…
I cross the road.
The Immortals
…
There’s a great bustle outside the Taj.
Cloth bag in hand, I ascend …
People getting out of cars …
The morning is washed by light.
I’m embraced by a smell.
I adore Parsi food.
I’m hungry.
By the time we reach Strand Book Stall …
I step out, book in one hand.
DN Road!
Behind the veil is Ramu.
I left the hotel after keeping my bag inside …
Soon …
I sleep; deep …
My sliver of time is ending.
I see Bombay …
We arrive in the afternoon.
Breakfast is served …
Cities are finite.
On the penultimate day …
I go with him.
Acknowledgements
About the Author
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