“Lovely is here,” he says, standing up when he sees me, “you are right. The message has been delivered.” “I know,” I tell him. “My mother found her, when you couldn’t!” “She has promised she will testify,” he says, as if he can’t hear me. “A win for us!” A few days later, in the papers, I see stories which claim Gobind did extensive on-the-ground investigation, endless nights of detective work, to track down the elusive hijra, Lovely.
