The tea arrived quickly, with slices of lime and freshly fried savouries. Beyond that, there was nothing on offer on the bare patio of Nafees Haider's home in Bisunpur. "Kaahe ko mushkil mein daalte hain? (Why do you want us in trouble?)' Reclined in a charpoy in a near corner, Haider's wizened uncle, Khudabaksh, spoke into the silence, but only to buttress it. Read more