Khamoshi: The less said the better

Manisha knows. You can see it in her eyes, on her face. In her "what was I thinking exposing that bit of flab?" midriff. In her what is that thing that is tied into a knot in front of her shirt. In her what-the-hell-am-i-doing-in-cargo-pants cargo pants. In her silent acceptance of her unabashed frumpishness.