- After 13 Days -
Friday
June 16th, 1995
Dear Diary,
Today, I thought that children would come to my so called tuition classes. No one did. I gave up on this idea. I again stepped out from my house for job hunting. I was afraid as if a serpent was above my head ready to bite. I went to a restaurant which had vacancy for waiter but they didn't hire me. A pub also had vacancy and they were willing to hire anybody but I didn't wanted to work there. This was my last resort - I asked one of my neighbour who worked as a watchman in a high class apartment building that if anybody there needed a maid. He said yes. I had a bitter sweet feeling.
The house was on the 17th floor. A man lived there alone. I was hesitant but
I can't choose when I have nothing to choose from.
The watchman and I stood in front of that man's door. The watchman told me that the man's name was Kartik. He opened the door and the watchman talked to him while I stood outside. Kartik came outside looked or I should say stared at me from top to bottom and said, "You can come from tomorrow". I returned home to see Dadi was ill. I forgot everything and tended to her high fever. My father just sat there idle. I was frustrated at him but I kept quite.
Good Night, Diary
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