NOBODY LIGHTS A CANDLE Anjali Deshpande 27 Udairaj was sitting in a back room drinking his tea and watching TV. Some English movie was on. His face went red with anger the moment he saw them. “I wanted to ask you something,” said Adhirath. “That girl, where did you meet her?” “IU don’t remember,” said Udairaj standing up. “How many times do I have to answer your questions? Why don’t you record them?” “Sit down, sir. We have many questions to ask you,” said Nitesh. “Why?” “It is a murder case.” “So? You are treating me like a suspect? Me?”