NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 17 As he walked from the bus stop he could clearly see the house with the dome. No need for an address, the name of a street or the number of the house. “Tell saroj madam, the police is here,” he said to the guard sitting inside the open gate. The man stared at him suspiciously. “Will you go or should I give you one?” he barked in a voice that left no doubt about his training as a cop. Without an uniform a man has no status, he thought. Had clothes been made