I visit my family's farm in Kerala in southern India once a year and without fail Kunji walks across the fields to see me. She is the mother-in-law of one of our farmhands, and though I can barely understand her ...
In the summer of 1966 we went by ship from East Pakistan to West Pakistan. We lived in Chittagong at the time. My father came home one evening from work and said he had a surprise.
