The small room is tidy - as tidy as it can get. Bharat has swept the floor, arranged the thin mattress neatly in one corner, and kept a steel plate and glass ready on the small shelf near the gas stove. He checks his phone - "Auto left me near the bus stop, coming now - Hasini." He stands at the door, looking out into the narrow lane.
After a few minutes, Hasini appears at the end of the lane, dragging a heavy suitcase with one hand and carrying a big cloth bag stuffed with things Amma packed. Her dupatta is slipping off her shoulder, and she looks exhausted from the overnight bus journey.
Hasini: struggling with the suitcase over the uneven road Anna! Help me with this... this stupid wheel is stuck again!
Bharat: rushes over, grabs the suitcase I told you to take an auto from the bus stand! Why do you always have to—
Hasini: catching her breath Auto costs two hundred rupees! Amma gave me exact money for the bus, I'm not wasting it.
Bharat leads her to the door. Hasini steps inside, looks around the tiny room - the gas stove in one corner, the mattress on the floor, the small bathroom door, barely enough space to walk.
Hasini: blinks, sets the cloth bag down slowly Anna... this is the whole house?
Bharat: rubs the back of his neck awkwardly Ya... welcome to Chennai.
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