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Chapter 16 “Us and Them (And after all, we’re only ordinary men.)”    It started out as an ordinary day. Cars were plying their routes and pedestrians were rushing to their destinations. By now Samir had dispatched all the pages of the Sahityashastra. On the outside, everything...

Chapter 15 The Politics of the End or The End of Politics   The two weeks in Naperville at Kulkarni’s house had flown by in a blur of activity. The beginning of December had ushered in the first snowfall. Samir saw snow for the first time in his...

Chapter 13            Geometric Progression   Aditya Gandhi motioned to Harold to sit across from him on the blue sofa. Harold, surprised, didn’t move. He tried to speak, but words did not form on his lips. “Please have a seat. Forgive this unpleasantness.” “Aditya!” Harold said, summoning his voice. He...

Chapter 12            Veil of the Vidhi   Half of Bombay was getting ready for Seth’s party. Samir glanced at Asha in her black dress and felt a surge of desire. At eight p.m. it was time to leave. The cruise ship itself, the Vidhi, was anchored at sea,...

Chapter 11            The Real and the Rational   On Monday morning, Asha awoke late and with no classes to teach, so she lingered in bed. She had received the Sahityashastra and spent the weekend poring over it. Her growing admiration for it matched Harold’s. On this cold,...

Chapter 10            The Sharp and the Fuzzy   Samir Khanna leaned back in his chair and whistled a short melancholy tune. On this late Saturday night he was working on an article for the Indian Times. The Arts Editor for the daily, Samir was writing a report...

Chapter 9         Fact and Feeling   “I’ll be down in a minute,” Harold said. The bellboy lifted Harold’s suitcase and backed out the door. Harold cast a last lingering look around the room. The poignant combination of light and wood left him with a dull ache. He traced...

Chapter 8            The Same and the Different   In the candlelight, the Sanskrit form of “Sahityashastra” glowed back at Harold from the first page. The volume’s dimensions indicated that it must have been transcribed in British times, probably in the late 1800s. He wondered at its solitary...

Chapter 7            The Presence of the Past    On this lazy morning, Harold put down his copy of “Ayodhya and Beyond” on the wooden table beside him. He sprawled back in his ornate medieval chair, took a deep breath, and viewed the restored room reflectively. Restoration, he...

Chapter 6         The Terrain of Interpretation  6.1 In September, Harold packed his bags for Grindelwald and India. He’d failed to accomplish much over the summer, though Harold was by now better acquainted with the literature surrounding the Sahityashastra. Asha had agreed to help. After Ajit’s death, it...