An excellent collection of short stories. A highlight was the last story about grief, Rashmi. "For months I dreaded walking into our empty house, so resisted going out. When friends and colleagues dropped by, I made an effort to be gracious, told them I was working on my book. I printed the manuscript and spread the pages out on the dining room table. Finally they became convinced and stopped calling. Weeks passed, I spoke to no one. I had no voice, no strength. I stared out the window at the busy street below, wondering how people got on with their lives, while the most I could bring myself to do was watch television and sleep. It was an ordeal, but in some way dramatic. Pressing my nose against existence allowed me to see how little movement is actually taking place beneath surface busyness."