The parents

Decades ago, a Parsi colleague invited him for dinner at his home in Vansda, a village 50 km from Navsari, the town of our hero’s forefathers. The home had walls made from mud, no water or electricity, no latrine, no nothing. Dinner though comprised of aanthéli marghi (spicy marinated chicken); to provide which the family must have economized on their meals for a week. The poor are most hospitable.  "You stay in a hut!” our hero exclaimed, and then bit his tongue. He narrated the episode to his wife (for ease of reference, we shall call our hero Dinyar and......

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