BEWARE OF THE ANGEL TATTOO
The smell of fresh paint lingered in the air and it brought a smile on the face of a girl, who stood amidst the vacant room. This girl was twenty-five and her name was Radhika. The smile didn't radiate smugness. Instead, it represented ruefulness and sorrow mixed with peace. She walked over to a window from where the sun rays slanted in and poured on the linoleum floor. The view of the Mumbai city was exhilarating. 'How is it?' asked another girl, who was standing by the door with her arm crossed in front of her chest, smiling a proud smile. Her name was Sara, she was twenty-six. 'It is brilliant,' intoned Radhika, 'I just love it!' Her voice echoed across the hall. 'I knew you'll love it, ' said Sara, 'that's why I got it all repainted.' She began walking into the hall toward the window where Radhika stood. 'I don't know how to thank you and your dad.' Sara snorted. 'Don't you worry about...