It was a quiet morning; the comfortable warm sunlight filtered inside the room through half-drawn curtains. The faint aroma of morning coffee and butter toast lingered across the room, clearly stating that someone’s morning was quite a good start. The soft humming of the fan was mixing up with the upbeat rhythm of the music being played in the background. All the clothes were neatly folded and settled on the chair near the window, with a stack of books beside it.

A girl in her mid-20s sat on her bed after a refreshing bath and continued to dry her damp hair with a towel, slightly humming to the tune.