By Anisha Anil Chadha
Standing there in the solitary room, she was scared, she heard her heart beat. It was her first chance.’ It might be my last ’, she thought. Sweat dropped from her forehead while she stood in front of the mirror of the cold room. Applying her cherry red lipstick, she noticed her hand shivering. Never had a task so simple, felt so tedious. She heard footsteps approaching her door, they halted, and she panicked. As the door opened, a man of 30-something stepped inside, premature balding quite evident on his head. She stood still, staring at him; he seemed like a busy man, much in hurry as he spoke fast in what sounded like gibberish to her. Seeing her blank reaction, he assumed she did not understand him, with irritation on his face, he decreased his pace.’5 more minutes and then you are up’, he said, as her speech would not support her, she managed to force a nod, and in what felt like a blink, he was gone.