Tara picked her way through the stones carefully, bunching up her dress in one hand and holding her sneakers in the other. Nobody had batted an eyelid when she’d appeared in the funky outfit, long sky-blue dress brushing against her black Converse sneakers with red rims. Only Roshni had raised a brow but she’d merely said, “You sure the dress won’t get wet?” Tara had smiled brightly and shrugged. “Meh. Doesn’t matter.” And that was that. What a change from the city! From everything she’d ever known and dreaded. Here, nothing that she’d grown up with mattered. All anyone cared about was good food, laughter, kindness and soft, mindful speech. And Maa. The first time she’d lain eyes on Maa, her breath had caught and her eyes had instantly welled up. She’d approached her slowly, filled with awe, wary of getting too close lest the whole thing disappear like a mirage. But it was very much real. She’d come to a stop right in front of her. Taking one long deep breath, she’d put one foot in fir...