After visiting Girisha’s shop, Aashna returned to her home. She looked at the table on which she had kept her folder for her parents to see. It had changed its position, clearly pointing to someone’s keen interest in the contents. Aashna smiled seeing that her parents were interested in her her life, even just a tiny bit, as rightly said by Girisha.

She noticed how her parents were trying to avoid eye contact with her, for reasons better known to them. She had just climbed one whole step on the ladder of her motivation to make things right. She picked up the folder, turned a few pages and started reciting whatever was written there.