He had been looking out of the window for an hour now . She had left and wasn’t coming back . As he poured himself a cup of tea , he remembered the numerous arguments that had been going on for a few days . He had tried in vain to calm his mother and coax Sarita not to leave. Would he find another Sarita? Trustworthy and efficient domestic help had never been easy to find in Bombay .
Urban tales 🙂