Devi refuses to talk following her attempted suicide but this doesn't stop skeletons escaping from the family closet. An enjoyable and darkly comic masala of love, expectation, failure and forgiveness.
Devi told herself that she knew the difference between 'afraid of suicidal person' praise and real praise. This was the real thing. Her chutney was a success. Pride swelled inside her and for the first time in a very long time she felt a small measure of confidence. But then she thought of all the coming days and panic filled her. She couldn't just make chutney every day and get a sense of accomplishment. Oh God, what was she going to do?