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Sheetal was 25 and yet wary of her career. She could never attend normal college. The idea of working in a crowded office troubled her. She had a child-like demeanour that resisted her from taking a plunge. Sheetal was a quiet and reticent girl who still harboured hopes of betterment.
Things weren't always this way. She was too a chirpy, happy kid of sixteen. She had suddenly started to feel uncomfortable in the company of others because of their messiness. She was bothered by the way things were arranged in her house. Everything seemed disoriented until it followed a pattern. Then came a time when she would leave everything else to just concentrate on cleaning up. There were days when she would organise her cupboard like a zillion times over. She hardly went out fearing how the streets would be dusty and filthy. She had shut herself from the world. Sheetal hadn't been out for six months.
Her brother had met with an accident and her parents tried to get her out but she couldn't. She was so full of fear that she dreaded coming out. It was then that her parents realised how sick she was. They dragged her to a psychiatrist. Things became better from thereon. Ten years have passed since then. She received distance education. Finally, she was trying to get afloat. She has now accepted her condition fully and was aware of its effects on the human brain.
She was peaceful in her mind though but still wary of a future. She decides upon starting a small firm with what she had. With a little help from her parents, Sheetal starts 'Regent Consultancy'.