“Charmi, Tu?” The female in the Punjabi dress astonished and cheered. “Yes, it’s me. How are you?” Charmi entered the room. “Changa” that lady looked at Shyam, “Come in.” It was a room with ten by ten metre. The room had a bed and in the corner, beside the bed laid some utensils and a gas stove creating the virtual scene of a kitchen. Toward another corner a door suggesting it must be a toilet cum bathroom. The small room hardly has a kitchen built in it and single dweller manages with such a temporary setup of the kitchen. Shyam thought the rent must