“Every so often Mrs. Mehta dutifully waited to do her washing after Mrs. Chadha had finished hers and then emptied the frothy, soapy water in a happy whoosh over Mrs. Chadha’s drying washing. People who had watched Mrs. Chadha’s washing receive the gray, sudsy waterfall swore that Mrs. Mehta had a manic gleam in her eye and tilted her bucket on purpose to ensure that an optimum amount of Mrs. Chadha’s washing was soaked. This unhappy drenching was usually followed by Mrs. Chadha’s hysterical screams; Mrs. Mehta usually just leant on her balcony railing and smiled down dispassionately.”
From ‘Musafir’ – included in the showcase