Mumbai is in ruins, under threat of nuclear attack and besieged by gangs of religious fundamentalists. Among the chaos, Sarita searches for her husband accompanied by Jaz, a gay Muslim searching for his lover. Their connected stories unfold in alternate chapters but with so much going on – romance, sex, satire, Bollywood, death and destruction - I'm afraid the author lost me towards the end.
I laughed off his words – the possibility that he might be having second thoughts alarmed me. Of course I knew him well enough – hadn’t we discussed where we’d live (Colaba), what we’d eat (home cooked food, with lots of restaurant nights off), even how many children we’d have (exactly one – we had to create our very own trinity, after all)? Besides didn’t millions of couples enter unions arranged by their parents, knowing each other even less?
