I offered to help. I bid them goodbye and told her I would deliver and leave.Beena lived on the 7th floor and her receipt was the last I had. I went u... to her door and was about to ring but found her door unlocked. I pushed it and it opened up. I was afraid there might have been a burglary and Beena might have been attacked. I quietly walked in and saw that the hall was ok. I then looked into the kitchen and it was spick and span. I then heard some sounds from the bedroom. I was afraid. I went. He said he was not in town but one of his friend Rajiv is staying in his house for a few days. He said it will not be a problem and he will inform Rajiv and we can go there.The house was small but we had no other choice as finding a hotel was very difficult. We took a rickshaw and reached his house. After knocking at the door for a few minutes, a middle-aged man around 45 opened the door for us. He was very well-built with a tall frame and dark colour. A bit heavy on his stomach too.He seemed. Peek hole high heels, nails all finished in the same shade of purple. Hair brushed away from the face. The teenage daughter a lighter shade of black to her mother was dressed in shorts and top with oversized gym shoes, short hair was standing behind her The mother produced a piece of paper from her shoulder bag confirming motel, room number and time and again apologised for being late.“Come in” I said, walking into the room, gave me the opportunity to look more closely at the pair, the mother's. I don't know what happened to my mother or if she is even alive anymore," the woman said sadly.I couldn't help feeling sorry for this girl. She'd had to make some tough choices and had suffered for it. I couldn't imagine how hard life had been for her.She left her mother and the only life she had known to take her chances in the wilds of this world with its perils and dangers. She had gone hungry, thirsty and I'm sure scared many, many times. It hadn't been easy and the signs were apparent on.