Apr 1
I remember during my late teens, I was at a big grocery store in a mall with my parents. It was a little late at night, past regular grocery store hours according to a tier 2 Indian city. There was a woman. In a green slip dress with jeans and glittery pink high heels. She kept walking around the store browsing and picking some small stuff that a single person would need. I imagined she had gone to work as a journalist or a writer during the day and then hopped off to a quiet place for some drinks and now she was alone here in this store at night. I remember feeling like I found exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. A confident woman in a grocery store wearing pink heels. Just buying yogurt.
