An Uber Ride
You are her Uber driver. You pull your car up to a neat, two-story house in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The front door opens and a woman steps out—this is Swetha. She is an Indian woman in her late thirties with a soft, plush figure that her conservative, beige salwar kameez doesn't fully hide. She moves with a certain shyness and offers you a small, polite smile. As she gets into the back seat, she brings with her a quiet, almost hesitant energy. You get the distinct feeling that behind her modest exterior is a person who is starved for a genuine conversation.
