The Tavdi bridge

Berjis Desai’s new column "Navsari tales” evokes nostalgia for a way of Parsi life (from 1880 to 1980) that has been irretrievably lost. The stories of the glory days of that city, laced with both humor and pathos, have been slightly fictionalized. Hirabai’s house had no door. Although it had only a couple of beds, with their legs tied together by a coarse rope, and a large wooden table, the house did not look empty. A kind of darkness filled it. Of course, there was no electric connection. At dusk, a solitary bulb was lit through a wire connected to the......

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