In the early ’60s, Navsari was a bastion of orthodoxy. In one of its most pompous mohallas, where they seldom smiled, stayed a couple, in a small and narrow, one storeyed home. The lady was a principal of a local girls’ school; and the gentleman served as a teacher in the same school. The couple was not married. They had no children. In a locked room on the upper storey, a mentally disturbed man resided. He was the lady’s brother who had been a brilliant barrister and also a qualified solicitor. On the rear side of the ground floor, the......