It was a sunny morning , very humid as you know Mumbai is , intellectual, gentlemanly , calm people resided over there in the Gajanan Society. The Public park was the most attractive place in the vicinity , with a numerous general and stationery stores . Residents were "extremely extremely" sophisticated not those amchi Mumbaikars could be found there , from the past 4 years one of the ten board toppers was from The Gajanan Society. So you can simply understand the aura of the society.
It was around 2 p.m. the sun was on head , there comes a girl yelling at the taxi driver " bhaiya you said 350 " " but mam your luggage .. ok ok fine take 300 and next time Ill book an uber " huh .... This was probably the first time when the birds sitting on the tree of the park heard a real loud voice of a human otherwise birds were louder than the residents.
Her voice made Raju bhaiya ( owner of the general store) bring his spectacles back on eyes which always used to stay on his head, not a malicious one but he gazed at her legs tattoo on the ankle ripped shorts and nails all of different colours , her hairs half black and half blue , her ears infinite peircings . This was really astonishing for Raju bhaiya and also kamala didi ( the maid of the Sharma's) who was staring at her from the balcony , as if she was an alien, but ofcourse she was an alien to them as you know how the residents of the society were " extremely extremely " SOPHISTICATED. As she walked in, all the kids who were reading books and playing guitar in the park and not playing, also gazed at her for a while. But , she didnt notice anyone she wore her shades , applied some lipgloss and started walking towards Raju bhaiya she said " excuse me bhaiya where is this address F / 39 " he first did a critical analysis of her with his eyes only for a minute , than pointed his fingers towards a 5 storey building which was owned by Mr Jaidev Tripathi , who was a NRI living in Canada . The whole building was resided by tenants . She walked towards the building and then to the fifth floor. Every sophisticated resident had an eye over her . Specially Kamala didi , but yes you know sophisticated people don't gossip so none asked questions to each other about her , who she was , from where she came , what's her job and much more questions were revolving in their heads , but they can't ask these to her directly because sophisticated think more , talk less.