Chapter 28: What the Circle Knows

Night six began, as every night six of every Navratri Meera had ever known began, with the smell of fried dough drifting in from the parking lot, where three different families had set up folding tables to sell dabeli and pani puri to anyone waiting to get into the main hall. She stood just inside the doors and let the noise wash over her — dhol from inside, competing laughter from outside, someon...