garima gupta was worried. why would the raizadas cancel a havan unless something was seriously amiss. and what might that be? she sat breaking the ends off french beans and removing the strings, part of her mind pondering the seasoning for the vegetable, whether it should be cooked as a dry sabzi or one with a little gravy. these were the everyday, seemingly inconsequential things that often helped garima cope with the harshness of life. she had grown up in…
