Zoya sat in one corner of her room. There was nothing else in the room other than a traveling bag, a shopping bag containing the small things she bought earlier, a bucket and a dipper. The room still looked empty and loose. She was confused, how to buy items that are rather large such as folding mattress, small table, fan, portable electric stove and others?Actually, it's not about buying the tools that was the problem, but how to bring them to the rented house. Vehicles such as bajaj cannot enter through the alley. Like it or not, she had to carry it herself. Carrying a bucket and crackle bag, she had to suppress her ego in such a way, it felt like people were staring at her. She was not used to taking care of these things all her life. All her needs were always available. If she need something, there was a maid at the house to do it.Four years in Boston was also easier. She lived in a fully equipped apartment. Even though she lived alone, she felt comfortable. Just studying, she

For the past two days Praveen had felt like a bird in a cage. He could not go anywhere other than just sitting diligently in front of the sewing machine, sewing one after another. Finished one, sewed another one, and so on. From morning until late at night. His body felt crushed, his eyes stinging because he focused on seeing the needle that went up and down. He could only rest for half an hour at lunch. He was sure this was not the right job for him. And he would not like a job like this for the rest of his life. He endured these two days for the sake of Uncle Anand who had been kind enough to give him a place to stay. From time to time he said a prayer, that the worker who had returned to his village would back here soon so that he would not have the burden of leaving this place. And sure enough, his prayer was answered in the afternoon, when that man appeared at Uncle Anand's house. It turned out that he was still young, at least the same age as him. He looked on cynically when he

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

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

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