This was Mona’s job. She clocked in at 9am sharp and left at 5pm. It was as good as a ‘regular’ 9-to-5 job, except she was sharing the shift with another employee who took her place from 5pm to 9pm, which was the closing time of the café. Mona was grateful she didn’t have to work the night-shift as she had an aversion of things and people in the darkness of night. It made her feel really uneasy.

By now, Mona had realized a specific stereotype that she had always held about traditional places like this, as someone who had been raised in the city, was not always true. It was the notion that people of places like her resident-town were technologically backward and lacked the knowledge of the know-hows of modern equipment and the internet worked.

“What’s the wi-fi password?” Mona had been taken aback on her very first day, as her female customer showed her phone and gestured that her Facebook page was not getting refreshed.

“Please wait for a minute… Okay mam, the password is…” Only when she had left, did Mona notice one of the...