NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 13 As they turned to get out of the place Adhir could not resist looking in at the window of the house. Vasantmalti (honeysuckle) laughed on the walls. Another bushy climber that seemed to have climbed from the back was gently swaying its saffron flowers in the breeze. He could not identify the creeper. There was a crack in the window pane, it was dusty. Yet he could see clearly inside. Looked like a bedroom, with a four poster bed with a dark blue sheet spread on it. At its foot near the wall