This is a collection of seventeen short stories, many with overlapping threads that portray the experiences of immigrants, particularly Indian, living in West London. Even though there are links between many of the stories they all stand up on their own, each taking the reader into another character's life. There's a simplicity to the storytelling - not flashy at all - that draws you in, makes you care.
After eating, Jagmeet made the filling. Aman made the puris, which puffed up into crispy spheres in the oil. She filled the old Coke bottles with homemade imli water.
Every Vaisakhi since they'd arrived in England, Jagmeet and Amrit had taken food to the nagar kirtan. When her mother died, Aman had suggested they keep the tradition going. They loaded the car and set off. They parked as close as they could to the Broadway. It didn't take long for a queue to form around their car. Jagmeet sang along to the shabad as the procession headed slowly away. He cracked the puris and added the filling. Aman poured in the imli water and handed them out.
Watching the procession, Jagmeet spotted the signs. A group of young Sikhs were holding placards with the message Never Forget 84. They stood out amidst the celebrations, marching in silence. Some of them were holding posters of Bhindranwale, others black and white photos of Sikhs being tortured in the street. He saw his younger daughter, Simran, holding a picture of a body on fire.
From the story Chatpata: Kaam
