Still Life
——Reza Shirazi The sadhu rises with the morningto perform his ablutions,dawn glinting at the edge of the river. The station bustles to life:Hawkers set up their stands,beggars take up their posts,the chai-boy scampers from customer to customer,carrying milky tea in chipped glasses;the station master, with two tattered flagsand a prosperous paunch,burps as he steps out […]