There was a thing called, the light of hope. It was an unsteady blink, it was a wavering excitement that comes when you think things are going right until it goes wrong. For Kamsi, it was that excitement she got when she started work but that excitement began to die. It was not stress from work. They mostly sat around all day gossiping and selling goods. It was the stress from home. How she thought so much about things she should not as her husband just stopped talking to her. She still tried to start conversations, not knowing what she did wrong but it was not working.

Going to work...