In Lake Market, a man’s reputation could be weighed in mustard seeds, measured in fish scales, or, in exceptional circumstances, judged by the length of hair growing from the back of his head. The bazaar woke each morning to a symphony that no orchestra could reproduce. Fishmongers bellowed the virtues of their rohu, vegetable sellers…
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Throw My Body in the Gutter
“Throw my body in the gutter,” were the words that kept on throbbing inside Kabir’s head as he stared at the lifeless body of his father. The room was not that small, yet it seemed impossibly claustrophobic considering the hundreds of people who had gathered there to pay their last respects to Shomoresh. The ceiling…
