The Road to Mirpur Khas
He’s very poetic, “It was almost as if the water, as soon as it hit my body, was turning into birds, their wings warm and quivering and soundless”. No wonder he’s so poor and otherwise dreaming of where he can pick mangoes whose skin is unlike his own. Only dreamers think this way, not people who are practical. The most terrible curse is to be a dreamer and to be poor.