Whenever she steps out into the world, that women often becomes an invisible being. She gets shoved around and stepped on and when she gets mixed amongst the crowd, I don’t think she’s visible to other people. That’s why that women hides in her room. Her small room feels cozy to her like a cage feels cozy to a bird with a broken wing. And in that room she can breathe freely. She’s never dreamed of the world outside, or missed the world out there. At least until now.