“Wake up!” Neelu opened her eyes as she felt someone shaking her and found a small crowd of anxious-looking women around her. “Are you okay?” one of them asked while another helped her sit up, handing a glass of water which she drank thirstily. She closed her face with her palms in an effort to compose herself. The other women looked worried. “What happened?”
“Why are you fainting so many times?”
“Do you have some kind of unknown disease?”
“Do you know you cause so much trouble for the rest of us?”
“Where did you come from?”
“Why are you here?”
It took Neelu a lot of effort not to lash out at them; she couldn’t blame them. What they said was true – she might be a lot of trouble for them keeping them away from their duties and possible punishments or from a much deserving rest after a
