Chapters (41)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Nadim Rub’s Most Magnificent Deception
- The Alchemic Conception of
- The Puppy Love of Parvez Khan
- The Crushed Rose Petals of a
- The Relative Cost of Gold
- The Beginning of the Double Life
- The Triumphant Return of Ricky
- Of Sunflowers and Sunny Side Ups
- A Glorious Spring Wedding for
- The Importance of Not Forgetting to
- The Middle-Naming of
- The Married Life of Ricky Karim and
- The Musical Memories of Sharif Khan
- The Balti Ballads of Tooting Broadway
- Parvez Khan Mourns the Loss of Love
- Shona Khan Discovers Photos
- The Octopus in the Garage
- The Academic Pursuits of Omar Khan
- Between Greek Tragedy and
- The Balti Ballads Play Brick Lane
- The Trouble with December Evenings
- Châteauneuf du Pape in a
- Burnt Cookies and Driving Lessons
- Becoming Accustomed to a Face
- Ricky-Rashid Makes a Damning Discovery
- Shona Khan Makes a Damning Discovery
- Sharif Khan Meets an Angel in Tennis Shoes
- The Romantic Memories of Sharif Khan
- Omar Khan Celebrates May Day in Oxford
- Mrs Henna Karim Extends a
- The Dhaka Tea Party
- A Performance, a Bookmark and a
- Sharif Khan and the Terrifying Truth
- Won’t Let Us Have a Breakdown
- Confessions Across a Hospital Bed
- The Mother and Child Reunion
- Party in the Park
- Acknowledgements
- AN INTERVIEW
‘Dominic’s a Diamond, I mean a Bloody Nice Bloke,’ Bhai Hassan translated kindly for Parvez. ‘He’ll make you a couple of rings for a song if you get him the gold to work with.’ Parvez pulled out his beloved gold money clip and looked thoughtfully at it. The next day he replaced it with an inexpensive wallet, and the following week he was to surprise his wife with a shining copy of the wedding rings at Tiffany’s that she had admired, and a gleaming pair of delicate golden earrings that he had had made with the leftover gold.
Shona displayed an excitement for Parvez’s benefit which didn’t reveal how deeply it saddened her that her gift should have to be his loss, and which consequently could not show how deeply this act of unselfishness had touched her. She had lots of expensive, gem-set jewellery at home, mainly cast-offs inherited from her mother, but nothing that had been given with such love. Sitting in the squalid spare room of her husband’s cousin’s flat, she told herself she could do without money, without the trappings of privilege and the unthinking ease of life that she had been so used to, as long as she had Parvez.