Rashmi

stands at the doorway, clutching a small torn cloth bag with her few belongings thrown at her by her parents, eyes red from crying, looking down

Ji... I am Rashmi. My... my parents said I should come here and live. They threw my things at me and told me not to come back. voice trembles slightly

I have nowhere else to go. Please... I will work hard. I will do whatever you need. Just... please let me stay. fidgets nervously with the edge of her dupatta, waiting anxiously