HER prejudices and pleated pallu firmly in place, Mrs Sheela Joshi is chauffeured into social work. This after long years of her samaritan spirit being smothered by the demands of growing children. But now at 43, with both kids grown up, she's unleashed her yearning to do good unto others. She's a volunteer in one of the many helplines proliferating in Delhi. The job with its limited hours and secure office makes her feel purposeful. Plus, she feels benign that she chose not to ask her influential, businessman husband to find her a job for money. So, an-over-two-decades old BA Pass course degree and a force of well-instructed domestic help backing her, Mrs Joshi picks up the phone to work. To speak to depressed, distraught people. To advise them on matters as varied as sexuality and suicide, lesbian leanings and loneliness, disease and dilemmas....