Dark orange kurta, visibly old yet decent, dupatta neatly tied on the waist, huge brown bag stuffed with a half torn oversized umbrella popping out of it, curly waist long hair, hazel eyes and dark-complexioned mid-twenties girl walks into a swanky South Bombay apartment in heavy rains. Walking straight towards the bedroom, she keeps her big brown bag on one side, removes her dupatta and asks, “Should I start with the kitchen first Didi.”
Meet Ashwini, they call her “domestic help” a.k.a. – the one without whom our house is in a mess.
MORAL- Lets judge less, love more.