That night she packed everything she owned.
A suitcase.
A small backpack.
A few clothes.
Her certificates.
Her scholarship documents.
Five hundred rupees.
And hope.
Before sunrise she left home.
By evening she stood outside a mansion in Jubilee Hills.
Her leg was bleeding from a fall during the journey.
Her braid had come loose.
Her eyes were swollen from crying.
She knocked.
The door opened.
A young man looked down at her in surprise.
She could barely breathe.
Only two words escaped her lips.
"Dr. Sumitra?"