For the past 4 months, the wallpaper on my phone has been a drawing of oranges in a brightly colored turquoise and blue bowl. The image has depth and texture and light, although the edges are a bit shaky, and the color that fills the bowl has patches missing. The oranges recall a childhood song my father sang in Gujarati, “Round, round oranges! Mommy buys the oranges, Daddy cuts the oranges, Sheela eats the oranges!” (“Gol, gol, musambi! Mummy laave musambi, Daddy kaape musambi, Sheela khai musambi!”) My father, a lover of fruit, took time selecting pieces by scent and color for their ripeness, peeling, cutting, and feeding his family, before eating any juicy morsels himself.