She sits alone in a room filled with people. Nameless. Invisible.
Her gold earrings are so small as to be almost imperceptible. A red fabric stretch band gathers her hair neatly behind her neck. Her burgundy and cream salwar suit is custom-made and perfectly co-ordinates to the dupatta draped across her shoulders. Her sandals with blue nylon straps clash violently with her outfit and give away her station. She sits erect, but not proud. She folds her arms across one another close to her body, as if trying to collapse upon herself and disappear.
The family appears; she smiles, but there’s sadness in her eyes. She rises to meet them. They motion to leave, and she follows.