NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 33 It was past 12.30 and he ran into Bharat in the bazaar. At the booze shop. “It won’t be good for me to go there,” said Bharat pocketing the half bottle of rum. “Beer is too expensive and has no kick in it either.” “Has he come?” “Looks like he has. The car is not here, though. Cheti had come again in the evening yesterday. Says he will quit the job. He did not sleep there at night. Went to Nachahtar’s. I just saw Parduman, inside the gate. About an hour ago.” “he