"My grandfather doesn't talk much anymore. He used to talk a lot and to almost everyone who would listen, I was still very young then, but I remember he told me a story about a tiger once. I don't remember the story anymore. I listened to my mother, with my hands in the pockets of my PJs - yes my PJs have pockets, I am aware of how blessed I am - while she told me how Dadu bought me a saree when I was 11. It was pink and hideous but it...