Today was a special day. Radha was starting seventh grade – for the second time. He wasn’t upset. He didn’t think it proved his odd behaviour meant he was cracked in the head – even though his dadi had lamented the fact, loudly and repeatedly. In fact he didn’t even really understand why she thought he was odd. He was his mother’s favourite son (albeit she had only one) but if she thought he was fine, he was fine.