She closed the door. She looked at the steel container of shrikhand. She opened it and found it was excellent — the kind of shrikhand that required actual effort, not the shortcut version. She called Meghna and told her about the shrikhand and about Sunita Mehta and about the WhatsApp group and about the road sign she kept front and present, and Meghna listened and said, at the end: "Amma, I think you have a friend. I think that's enough for now."
"Yes," said Nirmala. "I think so too."
