100 rupees, that is all I had in my pockets and trust me, this is nothing if you wish to go to any café, am not even talking about a fancy one but the basic.
You know what life takes a turn when you least expect it to and the same happened with me. I love dancing but my parents think joining a dance class when I can learn freely from YouTube is a waste of money. Hence, I finally decided to look for some internships during my post Boards vacation to earn and spend on things I love.
Talking about the turning point in my life, I met an old lady smoking at a tea stall. This is uncommon in a country like India and for me, very uncommon. In my house, we don’t even talk about alcohol or smoking. I was coming back from my friend’s house after playing on PS and saw her.
She was wearing a white saree and blue blouse, I could remember my granny who used to stay with us, we had a not so good bonding, she hated my younger sibling as she was a girl and how could my parents give her birth, they should have aborted her and so on. She never had any issues with me but I would choose my sis over her, OF COURSE. She passed away a year back and she looked similar to what I was seeing at a tea stall except for the smoking part.
I went to her and not making her feel uncomfortable, I asked bhaiya for a cup of tea, I am not a chai person but today, just out of curiosity to know more about that lady, I took one. I had so many questions to ask or maybe just talk to her but I got numb, I was blank when I went near her. She was almost done and was about to leave after paying the shopkeeper and she just left. I stood there with a blank face, I gave tea to the beggar sitting on the opposite side of the stall and was about to follow her but to my surprise, she disappeared.