The smell of sandalwood and smoke/dark and cool metallic shadows as, familiar as an old friend/The taste of a half remembered prayer, spoken through fumbling lips/Joining the strong chant surrounding me/Low whispers from papery mouths/Ancient and irreverent to all but this moment/The joy in the return/Regret and relief mingling in guilty goodbyes/Laughing and teasing, jokes and Parsi Bol/Daal chaval and dhandar patio and sali murgi/Hello to old neighbors, forgotten family members, college acquaintances/Paying respects all the same/Gossip in the kitchen, uproar at the table, and all gathered round yelling at the TV by nightfall/We’re not so different/We’re not so......