Photographs of me always take me by surprise. In my mind’s eye, and in my mirror I look very different. But then I shrug and turn away, it wasn’t important how I looked. Externals are just superficial, and I had
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As a child in India, I would read anything I could lay my hands on. And everywhere I could find a few minutes of unoccupied time. I’ve read shampoo instructions, scraps of Hindi newspapers, old magazines, my father’s very adult