NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 16 Sunday. A day to laze around. For others. He was tired of lazing around even then he woke up very late. Even Varun was up who never stirred out of bed before nine on holidays, and was probably downstairs. He knew because his place beside him was empty. He saw a pile of washing lying on the floor, heard the grumbling of the washing machine competing with the noise from the road. Pushpa was doing her Sunday chores her face sullen. She came in to sort out the washing to load the machine.