|Uncle is the father of the young lady living below Tara's Guesthouse who gives me weekly Hindi lessons. I've seen Uncle around Paparsali for years, watched him stroll slowly down the shops in his kadi-cloth kurtas and trousers, watched his long grey hair get greyer and longer and maybe a little thinner. He's a Brahmin and a scholar, loves to talk about language and literature and probably feels a little isolated in Paparsali where intellectual stimulus might be in short supply. Certainly not many of the Western travellers who hang out at Tara's have much to say to him. And even I chose to go to his sweet young daughter for classes rather than to him. But men are like that, I'm afraid.