Nandita flings her phone on the bed and sits on the rocking chair, taking deep breaths; she controls her tears. She feels anxious, restless and upset with her husband’s reaction over the phone. ‘Why can’t Vikas ever understand me?’ She moans. ‘Even after twenty-six years of marriage, things just seem to be getting worse. The misunderstandings are never-ending. He’s just never happy!’ Her eyes wander across the yellow wall in their bedroom, looking at the framed family photographs hung meticulous