Kali was already home by the time I got to our downtown Ottawa apartment. She was in the shower, and I could see the steam drifting out from under the bathroom door and hear her singing something beautiful in Hindi. She had a gorgeous voice, the kind that would make you shiver and the hair on the back of your neck stand up. I was sweaty after hockey, so I stood in the hallway to get out of my dirty clothes and then snuck into the bathroom. We had a large glass shower stall with a bench inside. The glass was steamed, but I could still make out the shape...