Riya was busy organizing a stack of papers at her desk near the administrative office. Despite the lively atmosphere around her, she felt a heaviness in her heart. The laughter of the students seemed distant, almost alien to her current reality. "I just hope this month won't be like the last," she murmured to herself, glancing at the calendar on her desk.
Arjun, a permanent staff member, walked past Riya's desk, offering a friendly nod. "Morning, Riya! How's everything going?" he asked, his tone light and cheerful.
"It's alright, just the usual," Riya replied, forcing a smile. She watched as he settled into his office with ease, a stark reminder of the stability she longed for.
While returning some books, Riya overheard two other outsourcing employees discussing their struggles. Maya, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, spoke softly, "It's been two months now, and still no pay. I don't know how much longer I can manage."
Rahul, a young man with an air of resilience, nodded in agreement. "We all do the same work, yet we're the ones left waiting," he said, frustration evident in his voice.
Riya, inspired by the stories of her colleagues, decided it was time to take action. "We need to make them listen," she declared, determination shining in her eyes. Maya and Rahul nodded in agreement, their spirits lifted by the promise of change.
Riya stood before the panel of officials, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and resolve. "We deserve fair treatment and recognition for our work," she began, her voice steady. Arjun, who had come to support her, nodded encouragingly from the back of the room.
Riya's courage sparked a movement that began to ripple through the campus. She and her colleagues found their voices, demanding justice and equality. The higher officials, moved by their determination, promised to reevaluate the employment policies. Riya stood with Maya, Rahul, and Arjun, feeling hope for the first time in a long while.
