It's a half past ten at night. Uncle Anand's family hadn't come home yet. Praveen had been waiting for them for twenty minutes. Another worker who lived in the house had not yet returned either."Why aren't they home yet?" Praveen asked Raju who was accompanying him in the front room."At eleven o'clock they come home. It's normal, they often come home late when they go out at weekend. Just wait," replied Raju. "Would you like me to make some chai tea?""Don't bother. I don't want to drink.""Let's have a drink while waiting for them to come home."Praveen shook his head. He was a little bit nervous waiting for Uncle Anand to come home. He wanted to tell him that he got a job and start to work tomorrow and decided to move to a new place of work. Of course Praveen had to tell him because the man had already given him a stay.Finally Uncle Anand came home."You didn't go out or just at home earlier?" the man asked seeing Praveen and Raju just sitting in front of the tv."We also just g
Zoya pushed her irritation away. She tried to think positively. No need to take it personal the abuse. It was not Zoya Bipasha who was abused, but the role she played in Dharavi. Ashita Agrawal. If she introduced herself as real, the response she would receive would be different. It could be that the principal is inferior to her. His expression would change to one of respect. Zoya was sure.She finally stepped out of the school. Although she was not accepted, there was one lesson she learned.First, never underestimate people, let alone just by looking at the appearance. Appearances are deceiving.Second, a person is valued not because of the status one holds but from the side of his/her humanity. Every human being wants to be appreciated, right?Yeah, this is the life lesson that I got today! Zoya thought. The lessons learned are not theoretical or by reading books. But what happened to her is direct.Remembering that, Zoya was no longer upset. Her steps were light. But just a few met
That morning all seemed busy preparing. There were 25 workers selling Aunt Raju's Idli, Vada and Dosa. She is a successful Idli maker. Her Idli is loved by many people because it taste delicious. In Dharavi alone there are more than a thousand people selling Idli. This food is like a mandatory food for breakfast. There is no Indian who has never eaten Idli, it is so popular from north to south, east and west even though each region has a slight difference in taste. But the Tamils are more famous for being good at making it. Idli is a food that resembles pancakes, made from a special rice that is finely ground, mixed with a special spice called urad dal and fermented. Making Idli does take time and patience. "Praveen, you've come! This morning you don't have to bring a lot, two hundreds Idli and A hundred Vada first since you are new, and now Sunday. Not too many buyers today. When everything is done, you can go home," the woman said to Praveen while pointing to a large stainless co
Sunil Chakraborty, the officer, was confused. He felt annoyed, restless, and angry. His mood was unstable for the past few days. His men seemed reluctant to approach him because of his unfriendly face. They know that their boss's personal life was not as smooth as his romantic life. Although his career soared quickly, he had just broken up with his girlfriend that he had been dating since four years ago. Many were jealous because the brilliance of his career was more due to genetic factors. He is the eldest son of Amaneesh Chakraborty, the Director General of Mumbai Police. At a relatively young, Sunil had already held the rank of Superintendent of Police. Rumours had spread that Sunil broke up with his current girlfriend due to his ex-girlfriend's return from the US. The girl was none other than the first daughter of a Mumbai conglomerate, Zoya Bipasha Vijayalakshmi. Sunil was actually annoyed that he can't contact Zoya, his ex. The number given by Ramya was completely unreachable
Narendra Prasadh's family mansion looked deserted with the gates closed. Shady trees made the atmosphere more calm and the plants that adorn both sides of the entrance added to the beautiful atmosphere. At the entrance of the house, two large white pots bloomed with colorful flowers. Sunil could only observe from a distance from inside his car that stopped right at the main gate. More than four years had passed, the big house hadn't changed much, it's just getting more beautiful. Only really rich people have houses like that in India, especially in Mumbai. Limited land and expensive garden maintenance, most people chose to live in buildings in flats or apartments. It was indeed more practical and did not bother taking care of it. The Narendra family even had a tennis court and a private swimming pool.For a moment Sunil was in doubt. Come in or not. What if Zoya's family would not accept his coming? Will he be expelled? Oh, of course not! Even though he had broken up with Zoya, he
"Nothing cheaper than this?" Praveen asked the used phone seller in the cellular shop while observing the cellphone in his hand. Even though it's a used phone, it still looks good and well-maintained, it's just that the RAM and storage capabilitiy was not that great. He was actually interested in the cellphone, but the price was still a bit expensive. For now, he doesn't really prioritize the specs, the important thing is being able to make calls and surf the internet. He really needs a cellphone to look for opportunities to audition. “3500 rupees is quite cheap. Trust me, you have nothing to lose. It's still in good condition as you can see, "said the seller reassuringly. Praveen gulped. For his current financial condition, 3500 was quite expensive. The savings were only 7000 rupees only. If he decided to buy it, he only had half his savings. But isn't he working now? Even though the daily wage was not so big, it was enough to cover daily needs. The house was not rented anymore.A p
Her heart melted when she saw the cheerful faces of the little kids who were excited that morning. The classroom felt more cramped because it was filled with children. It was still ten minutes more to begin the class. But it seemed the children could't wait to study. They were noisy to see there was a new teacher. They glanced at Zoya. Zoya knew that, she smiled looking at them. Today was her first day at Doorna Kindergarten. She wore the best suit as a kindergarten teacher. Blue patterned salwar with dupatta. She kept her hair neatly combed back and tied in one ponytail, and black framed glasses. She looked much more mature and looked conservative. Earlier when she arrived, she was introduced to two other colleagues, namely Shanti and Harshida. They were no older than Zoya, so Zoya immediately felt comfortable being friends with them. They were busy managing the young students. The tables and chairs were put away because they were about to do their morning exercise first. Yes, th
“Good morning, Mr. Chakrapani!” Zoya tried to hide her surprise at the man's presence. "Can we talk for a minute?" he pleaded. His gestures looked awkward, and his eyes looked guilty. "Can't you see I'm busy?" Zoya said with slightly raised eyebrows. "I know, but there is something important I want to talk to you." “Nothing important to talk about,” Zoya said firmly. "I'm not interested to teach at your school anymore." “Miss, but I…” "Well, if you still want to talk to me, please wait until I finish teaching. These children are distracted by your arrival!" Zoya said like turning things around at that time. But actually she couldn't bear to see his hopeful expression. "Okay, I'll wait." He inched closer to the door. Mrs. Fateema then served him and invited him to talk. This is the right time to show off. Zoya picked up one more English story book. She read it a loud in front of the children, then immediately translated it. When she read it, she spoke an American accent, not