Nothing in the realm of the sensorium is simple. To start with, it seems that an account of a body’s life will be more comprehensible, less ambiguous, than a mental biography.

While I never asked to be Malay, I still grew up trying to pass as Malay. I tried, for instance, to perfect my spoken Malay – formal and patois. As the youngest in my family, my siblings thought I was the one who ‘passed’ most convincingly.

With the worst of the pandemic year’s lockdowns seemingly coming to an end in India, the first day of summer was a rather run of the mill typical day.

Monday. The phone begins to ring in my pocket as soon as I disembark in Karachi. It’s an occupational hazard here – people want to know where you are, how far you’ve got, how long it will take you to find them.