Kumudha winced at the syrupy voice that came floating in through the door. A rather obese woman came inside, panting heavily.
“You must be Mrs. Kumar. I’m Mrs. Shrivastava, your neighbor and the secretary of this society. Welcome, welcome.”
Kumudha nodded mutely.
“Oh, you haven’t unpacked yet? If you need any help, let me know Ok?”
“That’s a nice bunch of flowers. The security told me some random lady was plucking flowers. It was you, right?”
“Hope it’s alright?”
“No. We usually don’t allow that. Rules, you know? No pets allowed as well. Oh, that’s a nice TV. Say, what’s your WiFi password?”
Many thanks to our gracious host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting yet another edition of Friday Fictioneers.
Picture Credit: Dale Rogerson
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