“They sat on the balcony. They held hands. Inside, their son was on the phone, planning a life that now included a mother. Below, the town was settling into evening. Above, the stars were coming out — one by one, the way the streetlights came on in Mumbai, each one a small illumination, each one lasting until the next appeared, a relay that stretched from the horizon to the zenith, from the earth to the sky, from the past to the future, from two people on a scooter in the rain to two people on a balcony in the hills, the relay unbroken, the light continuous, the hearts enduring.”