Every night, Burjorji’s routine remained unchanged. After dusk, he washed his hands and face; recited Sarosh Baaj, Aivesruthrem Gah, Atash Nyaish, Vanant Yasht, Doa Tandarosti; injected insulin in his stomach and sat down at the dining table. Shirinbai, his wife of 53 years, alerted by his clapping during Vanant Yasht, knew that the prayers were about to be concluded and started to warm the tapéli (utensil) containing their spartan dinner. They ate in silence. She retired to the kitchen and he wound the gramophone, inserted a new needle in the hand bar, and played a black vinyl record. As Gohar......