When Mrs Mehra leaves Delhi she retires in one of ‘the vast new satellite townships on the eastern fringes of the metropolis’.
Mrs Mehra found Raju through her old friend Mrs Sethi, who herself found him through her own domestic, Sandesh. Raju and Sandesh were from the same terminal village in eastern Uttar Pradesh, and may even have been cousins, though the truth of this is hard to know.
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