NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 12 Chandola was on the way to Amirpur. Had he come to get the radish he could not pull out that day or to run away from the horns of motorcars and to indulge his subconscious desire to soak up the silence of this place? When Adhir reached close to Chandola his mobike almost involuntarily became indolent. That day he had not paid attention but today he saw a small room standing a little away from the road with a plastic chair in it. On its wall was scrawled ‘proparty agent’ in white. A