"Put it down there. No, not there. To your right. Oh, you will knock down that vase." Mrs. Mani Sharma, frantically instructed her husband Ravi.

After all, he, along with the guys from 'ABC Packers and Movers' were trying to place the heavy dining table in their new flat. Nidhi,their 15 year old daughter, watched the proceedings from her new room.

Witha collective grunt and a 'thud' the table was placed where Mrs.Sharma wanted it to be. "Ok," said Mr. Sharma, wiping sweat from his brow "Thanks, guys" nodding towards the Movers."Good night! If you ever need us again, you know where to call"the guy who seemed like the leader bade farewell to the Sharma familyand left with his co-workers closing the main door behind them.

Nidhi came out from her room and asked her mother "Are you cooking tonight?" Mrs. Sharma looked horrified and replied "Of course not. We are eating out tonight. Aren't we?"She turned towards her husband. "Yes we are" Mr. Sharma suddenly looked energized.

Nidhi smiled. Her father was a foodie and there was no use denying that she was her daddy's girl. So, they set out to a nearby restaurant for a night of eating out.

After about 2 hours, the Sharma family returned home,stomachs filled with probably the best Chinese food they had ever had the fortune to eat.Tired, Mr. and Mrs. Sharma bid goodnight to their daughter making their way towards the master bedroom. Nidhi entered her own. Soon she was fast asleep.

Monica scowled. Yes, she was used to other people inhabiting her home. But,she was also tired of chasing them away each time. She sighed. Maybe,just maybe, she might let these people stay on.