Ambling along the byways of the web, the Babu encountered a ghost, if a very pleasant one, from the past. This collection of ghazals by the late Agha Shahid Ali, has just been reviewed in Persimmon by Sara Suleri Goodyear (located the link courtesy The Complete Review). Agha's death in late 2001 was mourned across India and the diaspora; the Babu has an indelible memory of Agha demonstrating the difference between the hornpipe and the minuet to the consternation of the somewhat austerely fossilised members of the India International Centre in Delhi. "And that, my dear," he said, twirling, "is how far apart the ghazal is from the sonnet."