It was the first time, when I went to the chemist shop to buy pads for me because my mother was out of town and I was running short of my supplies. The shop was just around five hundred metres away from my house. I slipped into the shop and asked the keeper to provide me two packs of pads. The shop seemed quite busy to me that day but the keeper was normal because maybe it was his everyday job. He took the packets and carefully wrapped them in one large sheet of newspaper. I could see Hindustan Times beautifully carved in blue and black on the newspaper. I paid him and took the cleanly covered package. The shop was built on an elevated land and therefore had five to ten steps before opening up into the congested road. While stepping down, I accidentally spilled the keper's cleanly wrapped supplies. The two packed packets of pads or precisely Whisper no more had the...