NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 4 He saw no one as he passed the farmhouse, slowing down automatically. Then he caught a glimpse of a woman sitting alone against the wall of the farmhouse. He drove past but something pulled him back. He could not say what it was, a restless energy, a lurking response of a cop to a crime, a regret for not having beaten back the unnecessary aggression of those young raw men, uncouth in their pajamas, simmering discontent at not having taken up the challenge those anarchic villagers had thrown at him. He slowed down,