On the night my brother returned from India, I was busy trying to lose my virginity. It was August, I think, and the day had been hot. In the warm light of the late afternoon, my father drove his Triumph station wagon to meet Totnes off the train from London. He had travelled non-stop from Delhi…
Indian Night
Indian Night on JSTOR
Adrian Cole, Indian Night, The North American Review, Vol. 291, No. 2, The National Poetry Month Issue (Mar. – Apr., 2006), pp. 22-25
