Room 888, Emerald Villa, Mumbai
Within the air-conditioned private room, more and more classmates begin to enter.
They stood in small groups of three or five, chuckling softly, sharing old memories of college days.
However, under the smiles slowly anxieties emerged.
Some simply could not help complaining about the unpleasant realities of post-graduation life.
"Oh my god, the pay is so low now. How is anyone supposed to survive?" one sighed.
"You know right, huh? I've just looked through the prices on the menu here… it's like $150 for the cheapest dish here!" another hissed in shock.
"That's crazy! Who pays that much for a single meal?"
"Didn't you hear what Raju just said? The chef at this place is Michelin three-star. It's going to cost much more than this."
Groans and sighs ripple like waves through the crowd.
"It's too costly… I haven't even seen my this months paycheck yet."
"Same here. Does anybody have some money they can lend me? I'll pay them back later."
