Front-row seats to a riot were the last thing on kitchen helper T. S. Mallika’s mind that night.
But that’s exactly what unfolded before her own eyes from her temporary dorm, located atop her workplace along Race Course Road.
From the confines of her second storey vantage, a peep through the curtains revealed thick smoke and a bantering crowd that was now beginning to grow by the hour.
Almost maternally, the 55-year-old empathises with the affected migrant workers—yet, not stopping short of chiding them in the process.
“It's tough being away from your family for so long. Having a good time with friends helps to numb the pain,” said the employment pass holder who hails from the village of Pudhupettai, Tamil Nadu.
“There is a saying in my hometown that drunkards are equivalent to wastrels,” she said. “There is no respect for anyone who is a drunkard.”
Those arrested have parents to take care of, sisters to marry away and young children to feed she said.
She asked, who will take care of them now?
“What about their families who have sold everything to depend on them to survive?”