I was reading my newspaper in my drawing room. No news caught my eye or piqued my interest. But my summer vacation was in progress. I spent another 30 days in my hometown in Kolkata.

Suddenly, I caught sight of my maid Gauri sweeping the floor of our drawing room. She was bent and sweeping the floor with a broom at a lazy pace. Her pallu was loosely hanging over her left shoulder. The end of the sari pallu was tucked at the right side of her waist.