Old School Man of the World
84 days ago, Papa (my dad) and I sat on the rainy banks of Ganga, completely bald save a small knot of hair at the top back of each of our heads, the rest lying at our feet. According to our Hindu tradition, men in the family shave their heads after the passing of an elder, marking a period of mourning and remembrance and instilling humility for the soul’s next journey. Today is that soul’s – my Dadaji’s – 88th birthday.