“She told the mirror. At home, in the bathroom of the Kothrud flat — the bathroom that was the flat's smallest room and that was, therefore, the room where privacy was absolute. The mirror that was mounted above the sink and that reflected: a fifty-year-old woman with silver at the temples (the silver that she had started dyeing and then stopped, the stopping being the particular decision of the post-divorce woman: stop hiding the evidence of time, the evidence being the authenticity that the marriage had not permitted). The woman in the mirror who had been Ananya Grover for fifty years and who was now — experimentally, provisionally, in the privacy of a Kothrud bathroom — Netta Wilde.”