NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 41 The aroma of spices floated out of the screen door. There was a time when the house used to redolent with such smells. The moment he smelt these spices he used to think that there will be a party tonight because some relatives of bapu’s colleagues from the office have arrived for dinner. A bottle of good whisky will be opened. There will be meat in rich curry with potatoes and hot phulkas will be served to go with it. The memory of those days hit him now. He knew there would be