I gave her a blanket and changed the thermostat temperature from 16 to 20 degrees centigrade. We were able to sleep until the early morning power outage. For a good half an hour none of us woke up, but after that the heat was just too hard to bear. She prepared the breakfast and for the first time I compared the life of a bachelor to that of a married one.
I went to college and she stayed at home. On my return, I was astonished how my room had been transfigured. Even my own mom always said it was never possible to clean my room well. One may find anything in my room but order. Her visibly painstaking effort seemed to have put everything in the room more than just in order. I found her sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed and reading one of my books, muskurahaten, by Shaukat Thanvi. She seemed to have been enjoying the book well.
After greeting me, she straight asked me this question:
“Will you mind if I keep a cat in this house?”
I do not like cats. I do not hate them but do not like them either. I knew the answer to her question (yes I will), but I could not answer because another question came to my head: how long is she planning to stay with me? I asked her why she was asking this and she told me there was a funny story in the book about a cat which belonged to the author’s wife and which made the life of the author like hell by first having serially monogamous affairs with many cats in the neighbourhood and then bearing many small kittens. I wondered what made it relevant for her to mention the story. May be she is now eyeing me as a potential husband, I thought.
I gave her a blanket and changed the thermostat temperature from 16 to 20 degrees centigrade. We were able to sleep until the early morning power outage. For a good half an hour none of us woke up, but after that the heat was just too hard to bear. She prepared the breakfast and for the first time I compared the life of a bachelor to that of a married one.
I went to college and she stayed at home. On my return, I was astonished how my room had been transfigured. Even my own mom always said it was never possible to clean my room well. One may find anything in my room but order. Her visibly painstaking effort seemed to have put everything in the room more than just in order. I found her sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed and reading one of my books, muskurahaten, by Shaukat Thanvi. She seemed to have been enjoying the book well.
After greeting me, she straight asked me this question:
“Will you mind if I keep a cat in this house?”
I do not like cats. I do not hate them but do not like them either. I knew the answer to her question (yes I will), but I could not answer because another question came to my head: how long is she planning to stay with me? I asked her why she was asking this and she told me there was a funny story in the book about a cat which belonged to the author’s wife and which made the life of the author like hell by first having serially monogamous affairs with many cats in the neighbourhood and then bearing many small kittens. I wondered what made it relevant for her to mention the story. May be she is now eyeing me as a potential husband, I thought.