“Maa, I don’t think I can take this job any longer,” Avani said in almost a whisper.
“Why do you think that is?” Anamika, her mother, used the well-rehearsed question that she had learned from watching too many series/movies involving therapy.
“Mom, cut it out! I am very serious here.”
“And honey, I have never been more serious in my whole life. You think everybody else is ecstatic in their lives. A job is just that: a job. You are lucky you have a job. Do you know how many people would kill for your life?”