Remember all thy offerings, and accept thy burnt sacrifice

a cosseted childhood

‘My husband’s so modern,’ she said with fear and pride. Then her pride went out, and with her hands plunged in her workbasket, among the buttons and the balls of wool, she said, ‘He may not want to come back for me.’

We would like to believe in the enchanting influence of Gandhigiri as the single absolute force that drove away the whites who probably went muttering, 'bloody Indians', an expression that was enthusiastically attributed to Englishmen by innumerable Hindi films.