“Some ships don’t return. Neither do some girls.” Uma Lohray’s debut novel, The One-Way Ships, doesn’t arrive with fanfare or scream for your attention. Instead, it stays, like a low tide that never quite recedes, leaving behind salt, silt, and silence. This is not a page-turner; it’s a page-sojourner. It lingers. It leans. It listens, to the overlooked stories of Indian ayahs shipped across the seas during the British Raj. Raised to cradle colonial children, many of these women were quietly abandoned. Forgotten. If that opening line doesn’t leave a mark, wait until you live through Asha’s. Threadbare Truths, Tenderly Told Lohray dares what Indian fiction seldom attempts, she zooms…