“Memsahib! Look at this! Isn’t it cute?”

“What is it, Garima?” Rupa looked up from reading the morning news.

“These little drawers… But what will you do with it? Store coins?”

A teacup hung mid-air as Rupa stared at a beautifully carved, wooden miniature chest of drawers. Two drawers on the left, two drawers on the right and a squarish one at the centre formed the top section. Below them, there were three rectangular drawers, one on top of the other, like a real bureau.

“What is this...