I AM fasting these days, and I sense it as a privilege: people respect me. It was my own resolve to give up eating and drinking from dawn to dusk: I know there will be times when I can be tempted—but so far so good. I am prepared to be disturbed, but look: I may not be disturbed.

This privilege seems to have become accepted as normal. For the sake of my personal devotion, something that is my own intent, others are forbidden to go to massage c