Somewhere in this city, there lived a thirteen years old girl, Vibha with her mom and dad. Her family was one amongst those many other families living in the tall towers of the city which were perfect from the outside and rotten from the inside. Every night, around half-past nine, she would sit alone for dinner at the dinner table. Her mother would be busy tending to her father and her father would be busy being tended to. Her father, like most fathers of the city, slogged for twelve hours outside and at home would find their own ways to