Her fast is expected. His fidelity is apparently open to discussion.

Tara has a new sieve, a nearly three-year-old daughter, and a husband who has moved out without retiring from the privileges of marriage. With Karwa Chauth approaching, the family’s most urgent concern is whether she will wear the red sari and smile for the photograph.

The bills, the bedtime stories and the inconvenient truth remain her responsibility.

As advice arrives faster than apologies, Tara begins asking questions nobody included in the festival preparations. Can devotion be demanded from someone who has been deceived? Does an old photograph qualify as marital repair? And why is the moon expected to locate a husband whose own explanations cannot establish his whereabouts?

May the Moon Find Him at the Right Address is a darkly funny, tender work of fiction about infidelity, motherhood, family appearances and the exhausting business of making everybody comfortable. Through sharp conversations and small acts of courage, Tara begins to decide what she wants—and whether her answer needs anyone else’s permission.

A sieve, a sari and several alibis. This year, somebody may have to account for more than the moonrise.