One afternoon, our phone rang, and on the other end was Mrs. Sakuntala (middle of the night, her time)—speaking in the most modest and sweet voice you can imagine—asking if we could be part of her daughter’s wedding. A few calls later, we were on first-name terms, calling her "Aunty," and diving into the details of our travel plans. Aunty was juggling it all, and then some!
When we arrived, we stepped into....
