NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 10 Udairaj seemed to have dressed with great care. The narrow collar of his shirt had been ironed so carefully that there was not even the hint of a crease in it. Ditto with the button strip. Adhirath had seen many dressed in expensive shirts but the shirt this guy wore was in an entirely different category. The weave of the fabric, the testimony of every thread that a hot iron had pressed it down, told of a shirt not available in shops ordinary mortals went to. Its colour was so pale a yellow