The Inheritance of Loss

'Love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself'

'No fruit dies so vile and offensive a death as the banana'

'A man near him was frying in bed, turning this way, that way'

'Dog special roti'

'How did she appear? She searched in the stainless-steel pots, in the polished gompa butter lamps, in the merchants' vessels in the bazaar, in the images proffered by the spoons and knives on the dining table, in the green surface of the pond'

'He had come home to no clarity of vision'

'Fake versions of self'