Intrusion is never tolerated

 I was staying in a shared room for my work at Bengaluru. There is a cleaning lady who initiates a short conversations often. It can't go longer as we speak different language. 

Initially she asks me for the sweet I had while she comes for cleaning, and then it just started as a demand. I felt uncomfortable. She even confronted that there is a chocolate wrapper in the dustbin when I told her I don't have chocolates. eww!

Also forced me to reveal my monthly compensation. naive me did reveal😓

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I never realised I just started writing this and never completed or posted. Let me complete it briefly.
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I told my mom, she saw me like I'm a baby. So, then I started putting on my headset and acted as I'm busy working even if I'm not. It felt rude but she deserved it.

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