Devi Sridhar, a professor of global public health at Edinburgh University, agreed.

Devi's hand came to a jarring halt halfway to the open drawer.

Devi was not the first person in her family to attempt suicide.

In the sanctum was Devi, a large black figure with ten arms.

Sir, please do not leave India without a glimpse of Nirmala Devi.

I gestured at the bookshelves, the large velvet-curtained bed, at Devi herself.

They had been caring for her while Ms Devi was in Australia.

Devi is most renowned as a straight-talking hard-hitting journalist for Carte Blanche.

Devi looked away and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

But even as Shobha's cell phone rang, Devi knew she was procrastinating.

I knocked on Devi's door, alarmed by how numb my hand was.

Devi thought about it for another second, then shook her head firmly.

Devi opened the door for me and widened her eyes in shock.

This book really wouldn't have happened without Kristin, Devi, and Francesca.

Devi remains one of the country's most accomplished journalists and presenters.

Devi looked thoughtful for a moment, then handed it to me.