It was a warm night, warmed by words addressed to gods. The gods would bless the new house, in the eleventh floor apartment, when the priests called them down one by one by sacred words. The words would ward off evil spirits .
The party was warm and convivial. From the balcony we saw rows of luminous blocks . They had balconies where long drapes of colorful sarees shivered in the wind. Some of them had grills that looked like prison grills. Their inmates stared sadly through the grills, from behind diaphanous sarees.