NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 43 The DCP was watching him closely. His eyes, the eyes of the enquiry committee. His pupils narrowed a little. He saw in those eyes, disdain for himself, that jumped out and came to crawl on his back like a worm. Instantly his spine snapped to attention and shook off the worm. He is free. A free agent. He had done whatever he had done with full awareness of what he was doing, of his own free will. He will not show a bent back to these slaves of evidence. The truth that is