5| Stalking Her

SHREYA'S POV:

I'm not sure how it happened, but I woke up early today and made it to work on time.

I wore a simple baby pink kurta with a white salwar. Yes, you read that correctly: I wore a kurta. My mother brought five kurtas for me and instructed me to wear them.

Isn't it a dictatorship?

This is not right. I scowled.

After applying pink lip balm that matched my kurta, I let my hair float freely in the air. My mother was also in a good mood today, and thankfully, she did not create any melodrama.

I arrived at the office 10 minutes earlier than usual. While looking for a cab, my eyes caught sight of an elderly lady crying and begging in the middle of the street.

I approached her and was about to give her money when she began to cry "I'm hungry, Beta. I haven't eaten anything in three days."

I looked for a shop or a food stall, but there were none, so I gave her my lunch to eat, and she devoured it.