It was 11 am and I picked up the phone call. Hard as it was to believe that even included the hours getting my look right each day, the baths, and lotions, the plucking of my eyebrows and applying very complicated makeup arrangements. I liked the whole experience of being a woman, the attention I got at the party, and also how it felt to walkoll around in a saree among the girls. I started to wonder how could I explain to Nitya what was happening inside me. A gloomy mood seemed to flow while I was working. With a load full of feelings, I opened the laptop to resume the left work of the previous night. I finished all the household chores like cleaning, sweeping and cooking food for me as early as possible. I took an early scented bath and made myself a homely girl with a little bit of lipstick and kajal, wearing a simple green saree and green blouse. I needed some time to come out of the hangover of the previous night. Nit called several times early that morning, but I declined to answer.
