March, 2025. It was the third week of the month, abundant in cold winds and warm, radiant, sun-bathed days. In the heart of Kolkata, the city of joy, there was a flat located near Tollygunge. A spacious two-BHK flat, resplendent with pink wall charms, pink cushions, and pink sofas, was the home to a young twenty-five-year-old it professional. Having woken up early, at precisely six am in the morning, Samriddhi was in the kitchen, preparing a single poached egg for herself. No sooner had the blue flames of the stove sparked than the doorbell of 3/1 rang abruptly. Leaving the eggs uncracked on the kitchen shelf, Samriddhi ran towards the door.
She was met with a delivery guy, clad in blue garments, with an Amazon parcel in hand. The brown box was a source of immediate intrigue for her. She opened the box, as soon as the delivery guy had left. She was already in a rush, since her office began at 11 am in the morning. Her punctuality was one of the biggest characteristics she ever owned. It was a set of butterfly-shaped clutch clips, ranging from one colour to the other. It seemed as if numerous colorful butterflies were sitting on her hand.
She remembered the uncracked, milky white eggs and rushed to the kitchen. She hurriedly poached the freshly delivered eggs, and plated them up on a ceramic plate for herself. The green ceramic plate complimented well with the yellowish-white egg poached and seasoned with black pepper and chilli flakes. She sat at the table, ready to have her breakfast, accompanied by a cup of coffee. At 10 am, she left for her office in a metro train. Her teal blue shirt, complimenting well with her beige pants and blue FastTrack watch added to her chic nine to five look.
Suddenly, a face across the crowd of people made her heart skip a beat, out of fear. Her ex-colleague, Nitin, was travelling in the same metro as her. Memories of being assaulted by him in the office cabin stormed her fresh mind and tainted it with severe pain and trauma. Two years ago, they were quite the best friends at the office.
One day, after a party was hosted at office, celebrating Samriddhi’s successful project, Nitin had spiked her drink, chocolate milkshake, taken her to his cabin and assaulted her. Samriddhi woke up after forty minutes.
Discovering herself in a devastating condition, she cried in a stifle. Her stifled cries kept on echoing through the empty cabin. She immediately reached a police station and filed a police complaint. Nitin was arrested the next day, but released on bail a few days later. Samriddhi had to vacate her old apartment and office, due to public humiliation. She saw Nitin approach her, staring at her straight in the eyes. He sat down beside her, and asked her, “Kaisi ho?” She could feel her blood boil, immediately. She avoided his question and kept on scrolling through Instagram.
It was her colleague cum best friend, Neha’s birthday that day. She was carrying a red velvet cake from Mio Amore, to celebrate her friend’s birthday in her friend’s cabin. As soon as her station came near, she got off her seat. Suddenly, Nitin grabbed her wrist. Instinctively, she slammed the red velvet cake into Nitin’s face. Her reaction shocked every other passenger on the train. Nitin stood still, humiliated. He still dared to try to talk it out with her. Samriddhi shut him up, and got off the metro immediately. The red velvet cake became a sign of her indomitable strength and courage.
The Momma Clan 
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