Loosely autobiographical story of the author's 'what might have been'. The main character drifts through life with no purpose looking for love, inspiration and contentment in London, his birth place, and home of his ancestors in India trying to find a spiritual home. Detailed passages describing Persian poetry and the linguistics of Urdu abound.
Because I travelled so much as a child and adolescent, I was used to leaving friendships behind. When I came to London, I thought nothing of spending a day or two in intense conversation with someone I might never see again: time shared was no guarantee of lasting friendship. But there were people who found my manner disconcerting: expected my deep and continual frienship, when really all I'd done was have a conversation with them in a cafeteria or in a park.