Smitha was typing some messages as she was busy with her friends in w******p. Her college friends’ group was storming in with chats as they were planning a wedding get together on Monday morning which she wasn’t sure whether she could attend. But the planning went on. It was an all girls group and the occasional gossips and non vegetarian jokes poured in. One of the girls was getting married, and the function was scheduled at ten a.m. It was the time to catch up with old friends but most of them would be stuck up in their daily routine of homemaker duties and office jobs. Unlike them she had on field duty. The one she would be always alert of. To be a journalist of the top newspaper company was not a small thing. The pay grade was good but she never had a fixed timeline. She had to be war
