I am very happy today . My final exams are finished and I am leaving to Mumbai , my home to my only family , my dad . Aastha patel , My name is Aastha patel , daughter of Mr. Devraj patel . I am just a normal girl like you are , with some dreams . My dad shifted in Mumbai when he got his job but my grandparents really loved Surat . So , they stayed back with my uncles and aunts , you know the typical Indian family . About my mom , well she passed away in an accident when I was just 4 years old . I was very close to my mom . So , it became really hard for dad to handle me all alone . So , my grandparents took me to Surat with them . Dad used to come and meet me whenever he gets time out of his work . I know , he really loves me and that's the reason , he's working so hard so that I became his pride someday . I am very happy . I can imagine the look on his face when I will tell him that I got placement in Mumbai's highly reputed company , that his hard work finally paid off . ' He must be very happy . ' - I Don't know when I fell asleep thinking about my dad but my beauty sleep broke by train's horn . ' Is it mumbai ? ' - I asked an uncle who was sitting beside me . ' Yes , we've reached Mumbai . ' - he answered and I jumped in joy . I quickly gathered all my things and started walking towards the exit . I stepped down at the platform . I looked at the train . ' Thank you so much . I reached at my destination all because of you . Thank you . ' - I spoke folding my hands in front of the train showing my gratitude towards her . ' Aye ladki , marna hai kya ? Hat na train ke samne se ! ' - the driver shouted at me and blew the horn . ' What a jerk he is ! Don't even know how to talk with respect . ' - I mumbled to myself moving aside . He ruined my mood . I stood at the platform . But I'm happy that I am going to meet my dad . I went outside and felt the polluted warm breeze of the mumbai directly hitting my face . I covered my face with scarf and started searching for a cab . Finally , I got one . I told cab driver my address and my journey to the home started . I looked outside and saw many cars passing by . " God , it's so crowded ! " - I spoke making a face . ' Madam , pehli baar mumbai aaye ho kya ? ' - the cab driver asked me . ' Nahi bhaiya . Pehli baar toh nahi par haan , kaafi dinon baad aayi hoon . ' - I answered with a smile and he just hummed in response . This man looks nice . ' Kisi rishtedar ke yahan aayi hain ? ' - he asked again . ' Arey nahi , mera ghar hai yahan . ' - I answered . ' Aap bataiye , kya aap yahin ke hain ? ' - I asked . ' Arey nahi madam , hum toh Gujrat se hain . Yahan toh hero banne aaye the par hero toh na ban sake haan , taxi chalana jaroor aa gya . ' - he said and I looked at him . ' Gujrat mein kahan se ho aap ? ' - I asked again . ' Surat se . ' - he answered . ' Arey waah bhaiya , hum bhi toh surat se hi hain . Mumbai mein toh job ke liye aaye hain . ' - I spoke with happy face . ' Arey , bahut badhiya didi . Ye lo baton baton mein hum pahunch bhi gaye . ' - he said stopping in my street . ' Thank you bhaiya . Here . ' - I gave him money and took my leave . I started walking down the street towards my house . I opened it as I had spare keys with me . Darkness is all I can see when I entered inside the house . I quickly turned on my mobile's flash light and started searching for the switch . " Where is this damn switch ? " - I asked myself when even after half an hour , I failed to find switch . Just then , I remembered that the switch is near the entrance only . Ugh ... and here I searched all four walls to see if the switch is there . God , what will happen with me ? I again started my journey towards the door and after almost 20 minutes of falling here and there and hurting my legs , I finally found switch and turned on the light . Huh ? Mission finding switch accomplished ! I fell in the sofa feeling very tired . I looked around and found everything on its own place . Unlike me , Dad is neat and clean person . I took a pillow and dipped my face in it . " Ugh ... smell of home . " I stood up and walked towards my room to take a nice shower . After 40 minutes or so , here I am in the kitchen checking frig if it has something to feed my empty stomach but I got nothing except some piece of bread . " God ! What should I do now ? I am famished . " My stomach growled at the same time asking me for food . I think I should cook but I am not very good at cooking . That's the another trait I got from my mother . Yes . I decide to cook but what will I cook . I can cook only maggie and I am sure Dad doesn't have maggie in his home . I was just struggling between what to cook when my phone which was in living room started ringing . ' Who is it ? ' - I thought and went to living room to pick up the call . ' Hain ? Now where is my phone ? Awaaz toh yahin se aa rahi hai . ' - I started searching for my phone like a pig and after 6 minutes of me searching it like a pig , I finally found it . ' Hello ? ' - I spoke but the line went dead . ' Ugh ..... I want to break this phone ! ' And it started ringing again . I picked it up and answered . " Hello , Miss Patel . " - I heard a female's voice from other side . " Yes , who is it ? " - I asked . " I am calling you from city hospital , Mumbai . Please come here as soon as possible . Your dad met with an accident . " - she spoke from other side and I fell on the floor . " Hello Miss Patel ? Hello ? Can you hear me ? He wants to see you . Hello Mam ? Hello ? Are you alright ? Mam ? " - and then , the phone line went dead .