“She was standing by the window—the hospital window that looked out onto Minister Road, where the morning traffic had already begun its daily performance of organised chaos, the auto-rickshaws and buses and motorcycles negotiating the road with the aggressive courtesy that is Hyderabad's contribution to the philosophy of shared space. The sunlight caught the dust motes in the air and made them visible, tiny particles suspended in light, each one a miniature world that existed only because the angle was right and the observer was paying attention.”