When I was a little girl, my grandmother would tell me stories, stories I would listen to for hours together as if entranced. Tales from the Mahabharata, the Ramayana, and Vikram and Betala, of great adventure, courage, and larger-than-life heroes fighting for a just cause. However, the inquisitive little brat that I was, it wouldn't end there. I would pester her with endless questions about the illogicalities that were extremely apparent to me. "Nee prashanalaku samadhanam ivvatamu naa valla kade. Idi inthe. Cheppindi vini noru muyyi. (I don't have the patience to deal with your questi....