Author Chandrani Ghosh. The next morning, Lionel, returning from his regular Saturday morning yoga class, looked surprised to see Sharmila dressed in a translucent chiffon sari with her grandmother’s pearls around her neck. He stashed his keys in the console drawer. “What’s with the sari? Didn’t realise you had plans today. Going somewhere special?”Sharmila sensed irritation in his tone and in the stiff manner in which he put away his keys. She could read him well. She had just come down the sta...