“And in the: garden, through the window, the jasmine was: blooming. Night-blooming. The: white flowers opening in the dark, releasing the: fragrance that Ramu kaka had: planted and that Delhi's nights: carried. The fragrance of: a home that had been: silent and was now: full. The fragrance of: two dead mothers whose children had: married and whose grandchild was: eating cake with her hands and whose: laughter — the laughter that came from: both sides, from: both bloodlines, from: both women who were gone — the laughter: filled the house.”