My nephew seems to be thinking, ‘I’ve been good. Dipped in holy water, said my prayers and shared my portion of parshad. Now where’s the driver to take me to Mcdonalds?’

Shopping and walking in the town with my brother and nephew. We were here fifty years ago when I was a teenager and Gurmeet a toddler. Judging from the way my mother treats us, nothing much has changed.