Who is the man that elderly Miu talks about? Why does she remember him despite her happy marriage?

Did they have an argument the night before? What led her to take such a step? Or was it part of a premeditated plan, by a woman who has put the name of womanhood to shame? The TV anchor was fairly frothing at her mouth. The visuals playing out behind her. Of a woman in her 30s in a salwar kameez, head covered with a dupatta, being escorted out of a police vehicle by two women in khaki and into a building. She had a cordon of policemen around her.

“Snake,” Mrs G’s attendant, Mandira, hissed, as the segment went into an ad break. “Nagin.” They had been watching the latest coverage of the sensational twin murder investigation.

Mandira remembered. “Didn’t Didi say not to see all that stuff. Gives you bad dreams. Such horrible things.” She reached out and turned off the TV. “What kind of woman will be living like that with a man, who is already married? In the same house with his wife, all together. Shame. No wonder it’s come to this end.”

“He loved them both.” Mrs G said to Mandira with an air of authority.

“Who?” Mandira had started to clear the glass top of the table to set out Mrs G’s...

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