“She was laughing in the photograph — head thrown back, eyes crinkled, the beads in her braided hair catching sunlight. Mrin had taken the photograph six months ago, during Diwali, when Ketaki had been trying to light a diya and the wind kept extinguishing the match and she'd finally given up and laughed at the absurdity of fighting the wind. Omkar had been standing behind Mrin, watching his wife laugh, and the love he felt in that moment had been so vast and so sudden that his knees had weakened.”