We shall call him M. This story relates to a period nearly four decades ago, when there were no cell phones, no World Wide Web and no political correctness. He stayed on the top floor of an old building belonging to a Parsi charity. He was so fair complexioned, that they nicknamed him "Tinopal,” a popular whitening powder of yesteryears. Persian features, small build, a full shock of brownish hair, dull green eyes set in an unintelligent face. His parents had migrated from East Africa a few years before Idi Amin violently expelled Asians from Uganda. M’s elder brother, F,......