NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 18 When Varun got home licking an ice cream his grandmother was slamming the fridge door. “Just look, from when is that dahi sitting here? It is covered with moss. This is how she throws money. Wastes everything. Why should she set so much yogurt? I don’t even touch yogurt…” Adhirath raised his eyebrows at Varun. “Why, my darling son, will you eat some dahi?” Both laughed uproariously. His dad came in holding on to his lungi with one hand and half a dozen bananas in the other. “He gave it. Did I not