I felt my hand being pulled and I was dragged into a corner.
“Aarti! What are you doing here in the market? You have loads of work at the palace.” An Indian woman told me.
She was probably in her early thirties and had only a simple Sari.
She did not look like some from a wealthy home.
Unlike Lucinda’s expensive bright gold earrings, bangles and necklaces, this woman had very simple pink bangles to match her Sari. She had only a single necklace and a single dot nose ring.
“You are confused.” I said to her trying to leave.
“Are you crazy?” She asked me. “Now you are telling me I am confused Aarti? You are confused Aarti. Have you finished your work at the Palace?”
Then it dawned on me and I remembered what Kenji had said.
I was a slave girl name Aarti here and this woman obviousl
