My heart is crushed under an oppressive weight that makes it difficult to breathe. I long for the rush of tears to lighten my burden but they love playing truant when beckoned and arrive unbidden when I want to hide extremes of emotion. It is Karva chauth and I am a relatively new widow – a pale shadow of a woman amongst the glittering bride-like bejeweled females decked up to the hilt. They flutter around like so many butterflies while…..