The Indian Diaspora Is A Wonderful Place

A Journey Once Begun, Has No End

Saeed Quickly Found Employment At A Banana Republic, Where He Would Sell To Urban Sophisticates The Black Turtleneck Of The Season, In A Shop Whose Name Was Synonymous With Colonial Exploitation And The Rapacious Ruin Of The Third World.

Slowly, Painstakingly, Like Ants, Men Would Make Their Paths And Civilization And Their Wars Once Again, Only To Have It Wash Away Again.

Sadness Was So Claustrophobic.

Could Fulfillment Ever Be Felt As Deeply As Loss?