Despite his thick-lensed spectacles, one could see that he was cross-eyed, in a pleasant sort of way. Decades of praying a million Atash Nyaishes before his padshah, with rapt devotion made his rather ordinary visage look bright and handsome. He could recite the Yatha Ahu Vairiyo and the Ashem Vohu, when he was barely three. A ninth generation priest, he perhaps felt a tinge of sadness that he only had two daughters. Though he knew, even before he married, that he would not father a son. His horoscope clearly said so. He was a self taught astrologer — casting horoscopes,......