The Vagrant Trust

‘You’ve all my mother’s trust.’ I heard the words come off her mouth, as easily and instinctively, as pleasantries exchanged in a greeting: without any reflection or consideration, unrehearsed and spoken raw, the way it first originated in her mind. The way truth is spoken perhaps, as I believed – on the face and without a flinch. We were seated at the promenade of a buzzing Calcutta theatre. The evening show had just ended and people boisterously...