The house had finally gone quiet. The laughter from downstairs, the teasing voices, the clinking of cutlery everything had slowly faded into the calm of late night. Even the walls seemed to be resting now.

Aditi had changed into her oversized t-shirt and shorts, the fabric loose and comforting against her skin. Her hair was still open but secured back by a clutcher, a few strands escaping near her cheeks. She wiped away the last bit of kajal from under her eyes and stared at her reflection for a second.