Chapter 12 — Dr. Lata

She went home through the Bengaluru late morning — the traffic and the auto rickshaws and the specific smell of a June day, the monsoon approaching from the coast, the air already carrying it. She went home to her apartment and she stood in front of the bookshelves and she looked at them for a long time, thinking about what category came next, what she needed the books to do now. She reached out and she began.