It was a discerning eye that directed me to ?Prerana.? Merci, cherie. In my mind?s eye, it was the Borgata, in the misty distance, that formed the backdrop for events that unfolded. An image that floated in the back of my mind as Prerana?s story played out. It was with suprising clarity the pungent odors of New York?s streets rose up to assail me. Whereon, I was gripped by Dipika?s masterful use of the indestructible cockroach as a metaphor of the tenacious immigrant. At the end, I distinctly heard, like the pop of a squashed cockroach, the ill-fated Prerana grisly end, ground under the callous heel of Fate. A superb effort!