On Meher mah, Meher roz, the busiest day at the Aslaji Agiary, Soonamai painstakingly lowers her rather large self and does not lift her head from the threshold of the sanctum sanctorum for a good seven minutes, utterly oblivious to the devotees lined up behind her waiting patiently to pay obeisance to the holy fire until one irate Bawaji asks: "Sui tau nathi gaya ni (she hasn’t fallen asleep, has she)?” Sorabji showers saliva laden kisses on the threshold of his favorite atash behram, the latest variant of Covid be damned. Hormusji fires the mobed who forgot to mention his......