New Delhi, Aug. 18 -- The rains have arrived, Kusum thought gloomily as she looked outside the window, dreading the terrible wet walks she would have to make from house to house, progressively having to get her sari messier as the more houses she cleaned. For her the heat was bearable and she often found repose in Kalyani didi's house where she would turn the air conditioning on and breathe for a few minutes as the house was often empty since both Kalyani a young interior designer and her husband left for work early before she arrived. Kalyani and her barely had any conversation, but she was far kinder than many of the people she worked for and she showed her kindness in small acts of gifting untouched food gift boxes, which she received at work. "I'm always on a diet and neither me nor Arun will ever eat this mithai or namkeen, you take it home," she would roll her eyes on the word diet and pass Kusum her sweet smile. On days she returned with the food boxes, her children's eyes shone with endearment for their mother and that was enough to make her day. Small satisfactions of life....