Woah! She makes a mad dash through the crowds on the street, trailing me behind her. She moves like the wind, always keeping that big grin on her face. I find myself wondering if it's just because I'm here, or if she's just always like that.
Eventually, we reach her place. It's a cute little apartment down a narrow street; off the beaten path and with hardly any traffic. She unlocks the door and grins back at me, swinging the door open.
I gasp as I step inside. The apartment is surprisingly large, with low, cozy chairs everywhere and colorful blankets scattered on all the furniture. The windows let in the evening light and the rest of the place is lit dimly with warm colors. America sure doesn't understand decor like India does...
