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— H O O R —

. . .

The day passed normally and we did not fight. Not even for once. After our pretty and very peaceful morning, Zahir was called back by his laptop and he busied himself with it, leaving me alone.

I did not mind that.

I got other things to do. Probably make a list of places that I want to visit and their famous dishes that I want to try.

Well, I literally could not make a list of food because I did not find it very amazing.

Indian food is better and I know it is only because I am an Indian. It is according to my liking, spicy and hot. Unlike Zahir, who starts gasping if a pinch of spices gets more in it.

Yeah, I have seen him doing that.

Water! Water! — that’s what he starts chanting.

Oh, poor man. He can’t even taste the delicious calling of chilly potato. Yes, I ordered it and added pepper.

I asked him before adding it to my plate and he said he wouldn’t be eating it because he was very busy with his work. Like VERY busy, you understand?

I also had no proble