A gem of a novel about the stuff lifes made of it is another working day in amritsar, and ramchand is late again he runs through the narrow streets to sevak sari house, buried in the heart of one of the citys main bazaars there, amongst the bangladesh cottons and benaras silks, ramchand and his fellow shop assistants sit all day, patiently rolling and unrolling yards of colored fabric then, one afternoon, ramchand is sent to a new part of the city with a bundle of saris carefully selected for a trousseau his trip to kapoor house jolts him out of the rhythm of his daily routine and his glimpse into this different world charges him with an urgent sense of possibility and so, armed with a second-hand english grammar book and a battered oxford dictionary, a fresh pair of socks and bar of lifebuoy soap, ramchand attempts to realize the dream that his childhood had promised but soon these efforts turn his life upside down, bringing him face to face with the cruel reality of his very existenc