“Mashima, how are you feeling today?” greeted Sharmishtha. Mallika, dressed in a crisp white saree with a blue border and sparkling pearl earrings, greeted Sharmistha with a toothless smile, the wrinkles sitting beautifully on her old face. She was busy searching for something on her table. “Oh dear, I am not able to find my dentures. Thank God you came!” Mallika said, staring at the mess on her table which was filled with boxes of medicines. Sharmistha smiled. “Here it is! You had kept it on th…