Such a Long Journey

by Rohinton Mistry

threnodic

bombinating

tume-scence

ordure

ferrule

concupiscence

But one day he will remember every bit. As I do, about my father. Always begins after the loss is complete, the remembering.

God is really in His heaven, and all is right with Khodadad Building.

reck the rod

‘In a world where roadside latrines become temples and shrines, and temples and shrines become dust and ruin, does it matter where?’