I finally let it go. My bruised and weathered paperback of Rohinton Mistry’s raw portrait of India has gone to a new home here in Cochin. For three years it has travelled with me on the boat, from Turkey to India, via Egypt, Sudan, Eritrea, Yemen and Oman. But yachts are small things and libraries take up a lot of room, so I have to swap and donate as I travel. This novel has been the hardest to give up. I’ve lent it and recommended it to anyone who wants to talk books or India. I’ve written about it, reviewed it and referenced it.