Writing

Over the next few weeks we settle into a simple routine. I bring in books to read—⁠children’s books mostly, which are easy to read aloud and often wiser than their grown-up counterparts. Although Ashoka still can’t summon the details of his forgotten tryst, he stops worrying about it. From time to time we run through…

—⁠Here you are, I say, handing Ashoka his ticket for the express train. —⁠Your pass to Boston. —⁠And why are we going to Boston? —⁠We’re not. —⁠Then what’s the ticket for? —⁠We’re going through Boston. But since we need to transfer stations anyway, and because it’s too long a trip for one day, I got…