After I woke up and washed my hands and face, I told her I was going outside to to get something for breakfast. She said there was no need for that as she had already prepared the breakfast.
"Oh, how?"
"I prepared it without your permission, but I knew you would permit me if I asked you to."
"Oh, that is ok but did you find enough items in the house?"
"Well, I think there was enough to make breakfast for two. Let us go to the other room, I have already set the food over there."
I was surprised to see that she had so meticulously prepared the breakfast. There was tea, two omelletes, cornflakes, paratas, halwa, honey and fresh lemon juice. I was amazed to see my little, seldom-frequented house could serve such lavish breakfast!
"My God when did you sleep then if you spent so much time doing all this."
"I knew I wont sleep, so I decided to do something useful."
"Well, thank you then, but honestly speaking, I do not find it any good to make a guest make food for me."
"Well, in life everything does not happen the way you like it." She said smilingly, her smile still faded in a background of grief.
We had the breakfast. She hardly ate anything except having a cup of tea and some cornflakes.
"Now, let us go back to our room. It is too hot in here." I told her.
"No, I need to wash the dishes first." She said.
"No, you wont touch the dishes. We have a baba in our hostel. He cooks here for me sometimes. He will wash the dishes."
"But what if he finds me here in your house?"
This was for the first time I realized she might have intentions to stay in the house. I had assumed that her stay at my place was a day long at the most.
"Well, yeah. He might not consider it appropriate to find you here." I said.
"Well, then I think I would either leave or I would wash the dishes instead?"
"OK, leave them for now. Let us go to the other room. We will decide it there."
I was still feeling sleepy because I always needed more than eight hours sleep when I played squash. So I lied down on my bed. She came and sat in the chair in front of the my computer table.
After I woke up and washed my hands and face, I told her I was going outside to to get something for breakfast. She said there was no need for that as she had already prepared the breakfast.
"Oh, how?"
"I prepared it without your permission, but I knew you would permit me if I asked you to."
"Oh, that is ok but did you find enough items in the house?"
"Well, I think there was enough to make breakfast for two. Let us go to the other room, I have already set the food over there."
I was surprised to see that she had so meticulously prepared the breakfast. There was tea, two omelletes, cornflakes, paratas, halwa, honey and fresh lemon juice. I was amazed to see my little, seldom-frequented house could serve such lavish breakfast!
"My God when did you sleep then if you spent so much time doing all this."
"I knew I wont sleep, so I decided to do something useful."
"Well, thank you then, but honestly speaking, I do not find it any good to make a guest make food for me."
"Well, in life everything does not happen the way you like it." She said smilingly, her smile still faded in a background of grief.
We had the breakfast. She hardly ate anything except having a cup of tea and some cornflakes.
"Now, let us go back to our room. It is too hot in here." I told her.
"No, I need to wash the dishes first." She said.
"No, you wont touch the dishes. We have a baba in our hostel. He cooks here for me sometimes. He will wash the dishes."
"But what if he finds me here in your house?"
This was for the first time I realized she might have intentions to stay in the house. I had assumed that her stay at my place was a day long at the most.
"Well, yeah. He might not consider it appropriate to find you here." I said.
"Well, then I think I would either leave or I would wash the dishes instead?"
"OK, leave them for now. Let us go to the other room. We will decide it there."
I was still feeling sleepy because I always needed more than eight hours sleep when I played squash. So I lied down on my bed. She came and sat in the chair in front of the my computer table.