She stared at the beautiful chandelier. She had never ever in her life, seen so much of brightness. Her own little shack below the bridge was always shrouded in darkness. And that is where the murky things happened. She walked through the beautiful corridors of the hotel dazed, inhaling the splendor and the fragrance of plushness. A scream roused her from her reveries. A disheveled woman rushed out of a room, followed by a stout middle aged man shouting out obscenities at her. The little girl stared blankly. That day, she learnt something new – that murky things happened beautifully lit places too.
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