A story of a young Indian girl who unknowingly becomes Ravi's 52 year old mother when she accidentally steps on some of her flat shoes. In her haste to remove them, her feet gradually shrink and she

Once upon a time, in a suburban neighborhood of Mumbai, India, lived a 16-year-old girl named Jo. She had been dating her boyfriend, Ravi, an Indian boy in her class, for a little while now. Today was significant because it was her first time visiting Ravi's house. Ravi lived with his 52-year-old mother, Aneshka, a woman who was a stickler for tradition and always held firm to three commitments in her household: No gifts, no shoes, and no phones. Jo, unaware of these principles, had excitedly brought a gift for Ravi as a token of appreciation for his invitation to his home. Upon Jo's arrival, Aneshka, spotting the gift in Jo's hand, her cellphone in the other, and her shoes on the carpet, was immediately incensed. She began to scold the young guest in Hindi, a language Jo did not understand. Jo merely assumed Aneshka was emphasizing the 'no shoes' element of her home. Once Aneshka went shopping, Jo, who carried a sense of guilt on her behalf, decided to sneak into the stern woman's room to retrieve her confiscated gift and phone. As she sauntered through Aneshka's room, her eyes landing upon traditional Indian dresses, numerous pairs of shoes, ornate headscarves - it was a sight that mesmerized her. Spotted her phone and gift in the closet, she stepped in to retrieve them. As she tried to move out, accidentally she stepped into one of Aneshka’s flats. A sudden strange feeling swept over her – her feet began to shrink and age, mirroring that of Aneshka's. Consumed by panic, Jo tried to rip off the shoes, but it was too late. As her height began to decrease, her blonde hair started changing to black, while her blue eyes turned brown. Soon, her clothes transformed into a traditional Indian dress with a headscarf. Along with this alarming physical transformation, her memories also started to blur. Eventually, Jo didn't even remember being Jo anymore. Her awareness was now filled only with Aneshka’s past, present, and future. Bewildered, the new Aneshka caught sight of the gift and the phone on the floor. Scooping them up in frustration, feeling a sense of déjà vu, she muttered, "I do not accept bribes and no girl will buy my son's heart." In that moment, finding her reflection in the mirror, the new Aneshka marveled at her rejuvenated appearance. She adjusted her attire and retightened her headscarf, preparing herself to have a daunting conversation with her son about the curiously absent Jo.