UNtreaded Path IV....

She awoke, startled by the sound of parakeet perched on a parapet of the balcony. "Late!? oh shit", subconsciously scared, she jumped, leaving the warmth of bed behind onto her feet and ran towards the bathroom.
She wasn't late. It was her first day there, and like any new resident in a new setting, wasn't accustomed to the schedule of the day. Her roomies, both of them, still slept at 7 in the morning, while their new companion harried through her closet searching for a brush and the tube of paste so just she could arrive in time before the ferry bus honked near the hostel gate.
The building stood, not on the 'outskirts' of the Bangalore city; if one must say a solemn measurement of the distance could subtly be described as that between the fringe of a miniskirt and the knees. "It would be a blinder to miss it, and a disaster when she'll reach late at the lab, her workplace for next 2 months.
Her new kurti-pajami, a bag on the shoulder, neatly combed hair that still carried the perm parlor-ed look and Indian chappals; all made a fitting combo when she sat at the breakfast table along with others. The girl, orthodox and a believer of rituals, on her first morning at the hostel table did not eat as it was a Monday, a day of her fast.

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