A Glimpse of Her

Vincent

I almost jumped out of the car when we pulled in front of the hotel’s lobby. I’ve never been happy to see a hotel. Anything to get me away from those chattering boxes.

More of their friends, both Indians and non-Indians were outside waiting to receive them. I took that as an opportunity to slip away. Moreover, I’d already thanked them as soon as we arrived.

I went straight to the reception, gave the attendant my details, and was immediately given my hotel pass and room key. I thanked them and was off into the big maze of a hotel, accompanied by the porter.

The hotel is a ten-story building that covered a large expanse of land, one of its kind in the little, bubbly town of Umende. It had state-of-the-art features but according to my research on it, it had been erected for ages past and has been renovated to suit the century.

We entered the elevator to the tenth floor and went down a hallway filled with artifacts of different shapes and sizes; plant and flower pots that wer