Youngest of four siblings, he was too little to be alarmed by his father’s violent bouts of coughing and the fresh blood on his white handkerchief. He enjoyed watching the master cutting cloth in his father’s thriving tailoring shop. He was a waif like boy with sharp handsome features inherited from his calm mother who had silky long brown hair and the most perfectly shaped almond eyes. He did notice though the increasingly long absences of his father from home. His eldest brother told him that their father was staying in a sanatorium in Deolali as he did not wish......