Morning at Dharavi Market. This was Praveen's second day to sell Idli there. The atmosphere was not crowded yet because it was only 6 in the morning. Many seller who just came to arrange their goods to sell. Praveen brought more than yesterday, of course with the hope that all the food would be sold out. He was in the same place as yesterday, next to the banana seller. He had begun to understand, one way to let people know what his sell is by shouting. Otherwise most of them were just passing by. And sure enough, just five minutes later he was shouting someone approached and immediately bought his idli. A woman who seemed to be in a hurry to go to work. "I want ten idlis. Wrap it up! The chutney is separated.” "Okay, Do You wanna buy Vada, too?" "Yeah, okay, just five." Praveen deftly prepared the girl's order. "You're new to sell idli here, huh?" She asked. She looked At Praveen's face with amazed. "Yeah, start from yesterday." "Where did you sell before?" Praveen shook hi
A week had passed.Sunil's dismay still persisted and didn't go away. His days are filled with Zoya's shadow. Somehow the girl haunted him and followed his every step. Since met her at Ramya's birthday, the image of the girl had managed to destroy his relationship with Sharmila. Made him restless and not focused on work. He didn't regret breaking up with Sharmila. During 4 years did not really make him fall in love with her. Sharmila was just a form of escape as he was so disillusioned by Zoya's departure abroad. Moreover, Sharmila's attitude was so restrained and jealous. Honestly, from the bottom of his heart he wanted to go back to Zoya. He wanted to be more serious about build a relationship with Narendra Prasadh's daughter to a higher level. If necessary he would redeem for all the mistakes he had ever done. But his arrival at Zoya's house last week made him even more upset. Why didn't Zoya's parents tell him where their daughter was? Why was Zoya not reachable? What had she
"Hey, where are we going?" Sunil asked Girish who continued to drive the car."I'm taking you home.""I don't want to go home! I want a drink. I haven't had a drink in a long time!”"You're drunk, so let's go home!""I told you, I'm not drunk. We've only been there for a while. I want to go back, I want to see the lion. You know, I saw a lion over there.""No lion! It was a discotheque, not a zoo!”“I swear, I saw a lion over there! It was just didn't roar. She just groaned at me. Ah, that must be a tamed lion. I'm sure the lion didn't eat people.""What are you talking about, Boss?! You're drunk! I told you earlier, don't get drunk! But when I leave you, you're straight up high. How many glass did you drink?” Girish nagged. He felt confused."None of your business! I'm sure I'm happy this time. Come on, let's go back!""What? You want to come back again? Want another drink?” asked Girish annoyed. He suddenly stopped the car.“Go there yourself! I don't want to be with you anymore. C
Girish released his grip on Sunil's arm. Immediately he gave a respectful attitude to the number one person in the Mumbai Police But not for Sunil. When he released Girish, he stumbled and almost fell. Quickly again Girish grabbed Sunil's arm. "Where have you been?" he asked coldly. Girish couldn't answer. If he's honest, he would be punished, but the fact that Sunil was drunk, he couldn't help it anymore "Answer me! where have you been?" “From the nightclub, Dad!” Sunil even replied while hiccupping. In the dim living room, Mr. Amaneesh's face was filled with anger. "Take Sunil to his room!" he said commandingly. "Yes, sir!" Girish immediately took Sunil to his room. He breathed a sigh of relief. What he was worried about didn't happen. He thought, Mr. Amaneesh would punish him, but no. The man was silent. In the room, Girish threw Sunil until the bed shook. He was very upset to see Sunil's behavior. But he couldn't do anything. Sunil slept on his stomach with one leg danglin
Even though he only sold Idli and Vada in the market, Praveen felt happy. He had been selling for more than a week, his goods is always in demand. Sometimes sold out before lunch. Consumers who came as if one after another to make him overwhelmed, there was no time to rest for a moment. He felt that his fortune was indeed here, as an Idli seller, not elsewhere. He wanted to increase his sales, but was constrained by transportation from Aunt Raju's house to the market because he brought the goods himself without a vehicle. Every morning, at five o'clock he had left holding a stainless container resembling a large basin on his head while carrying a bucket and plastic alone. If he was not careful, the stainless basin can fall, or spill the chutney in the bucket. But luckily that hadn't happened yet, and hopefully it won't. When he came home from work he was a little tired and rested and sometimes helped aunt Raju to make idlis especially grinding rice. More or less he already known h
"How are things at home? Is everything okay?” Zoya asked on her father's call. This was the first time Narendra Prasadh called his daughter after more than a week in Dharavi. "You don't have to worry, everything is fine. It was me who want to ask if you are all right there?” "I'm doing well. Don't worry about me!” Zoya replied sounding relaxed. She received the call on Sunday morning while she was squirming in her rollaway bed. She had nothing to do that morning. Actually Narendra already known, his men always give news about Zoya, in detail. Auntie Anjali, Anil, were Narendra's people to look after his daughter. In fact, the rented house had actually been fully rented by Narendra through Rajesh. Zoya didn't know at all, that everything was arranged. "Are you sure there's no problem there?" “Trust me, Dad! All went well. I'm already get a job now." "Oh yeah, what kind of job?" "I am a kindergarten teacher. But it's a very valuable experience for me. I got to know the kids.”
The 15-floor building is located in the heart of Mumbai's business district. On the front of the building is clearly written Vishaya Group. This is the head office where Narendra Prasadh based. In the parking area, a row of vehicles of Vishaya's dignitaries, including the directors, managers and the President Commissioner.It was still half past ten in the morning. Narendra Prasadh was chairing an evaluation meeting after the establishment of a new factory which is planned to start running early next month. He is explaining the steps that directors and managers should take in order to consolidate.Although it had been explained in the meeting agenda what they will discuss, but from the bottom line, hot issues had been circulating there would be a reposition at the director level. The finance director, HR director, marketing director, and other directors were obviously a little rattled as to whether they will still be hired or removed. What is clear is that something will be shifted a
Narendra Prasadh's room office looks modern and minimalist. The ceiling and walls are soft beige to match the guest chairs. There are not many decorations on the walls, only two fairly large abstract paintings. His desk is dark brown with a leather-covered working chair. Two smaller chairs across from him. Two big flowerpot filled with ornamental plants, the large one by the glass window showing views of downtown Mumbai's CBD area, and the other in the corner near the guest chairs. Once they were in the room, Narendra closed the door, and motioned for Amaneesh to sit on the guest sofa. He sat in the armchair first. His thought, what for is the number one in the Mumbai police coming to him. Amaneesh Chakraborty also tried to look relaxed, but it was undeniable that his authority can also be seen in the suit he was wearing. "How are you, Mr. Narendra?" Amaneesh opened the conversation.“Yes, as you can see, Mr. Amaneesh," replied Narendra as he sat cross-legged and leaned his back ag