*Jyoti has not been so acutely aware of her caste since her first Bodleian functions with the British Wizard Brahmin. There's really nothing she can do or say about it, she's accepted her rank will always be lower with other desi. Armed with the thick skin that twenty-nine years of living in a Scheduled Caste gave her, she continues.*

And you, sasur, saas.

*Lowering the girls to the ground so that they cling to her sari skirt, Jyoti tries a soft smile.*

This is Padma, and this is Parvati.