Deepak Sharma Translated by Vinita Prakash and the Author “Listen to this,” Wifey went into her act as soon as I got back from office, “Ma has issued a fresh decree today. Jeeji’s’ birds have to be brought back here.” Jeeji had died a fortnight ago. At her husband’s place. The husband she had acquired five months back. Of her own accord. Through a court marriage. Despite my disapproval. “Do not tick me off with Ma’s ridiculous whims!” I was irritated, “Get me my evening tea.” “As if it pleases me to listen to her rubbish all day long.” “Okay