Aashna was standing there, with a grocery bag in her left hand, waiting for the girl and her parents to start a conversation. Her replies, behaviour and attitude towards them would be highly based on what note they decide to strike up a conversation with her.

As soon as they heard someone shouting Aashna’s name, all of them looked in the person’s direction, to find a guy running towards them. He stopped right beside Aashna, facing her, and catching his breath to bring out words from his mouth.