It wasn't work for money though; it was another way to humiliate her.She got a job at a McDonalds, a place where she never thought that she would work... It was beneath her, it was a place that a girl who was expected to go to top tier college, Ivy League maybe, was never supposed to end up in.Her college aspirations have long passed. There was no need for college for her, she was smart, very smart, but higher learning was not in her future plans, at least not the higher learning in the academic. Each pair bonds just as any other pair would bond, and the two bondings greet the sun and the elders together."I was far from expert at Craxill non-verbal communications, but I judged our future mates to be similar in age to Priya and I, and I suspected they were as nervous as we were. So I decided to try to put everyone a bit more at ease. "I suspect that all of us are equally anxious about what we are about to do," I said, "but to use an ancient cliché, 'There's nobody here but us chickens,". She took her bag in the dark and I have barely seen the door close on her silhouette. I could not even try to stop her from leaving.I don’t run after her. If she wants to flow away, so be it.I enjoy the end of the show and the numerous rounds of applause. I was not so focused on the stage as usual but I will for sure remember this evening and the encounter with this young woman. I contribute to the applause and the soprano is called back on stage seven or eight times in a row. When the curtain. I leaped over and in between them for a hug. They both laughed and batted me away saying I’ll rub off all the oil on their new sarees, but I forced a hug from behind. I stood in between them joking to the rest of the ladies, “Ab baaki ka kaam yeh dono karengi, tum log jao” (Now these two will complete my bath, you all can go). “Chal budhu” (Go stupid) Ovya kaki said and sent me back to the five women.Since I was oiled now, Nirmala suggested the next step was pouring the remaining oil on my head.