Within seconds she escaped into a daydream. She found herself gazing across the waters of Fateh Sagar from Rani Road. It was her favorite view of the lake; a place she could come to disappear, even if it was only in her thoughts.
Unlike the rest of the city, time stood still along Rani Road. It was a quiet sanctuary from the madness. Rani, the word for princess, was all she could think about as she scanned the horizon. She imagined the life of royalty and how different it was compared to her own.