...he sat at the morning breakfast table with iqbal, the breakfast was over , tea cups were present before them , small talk had ignited their mood and curiosity of exchanging notes about their neighbours lives and families , he was completely unaware of what was expected of him but he was having a good time staying there
He spent the whole day sleeping upstairs , he came down in the evening refreshed and properly dressed , raqya beghum was cooking vegetables outside in the veranda , seeing him she asked if he was ready to eat something
He was hungry of course , he was asked to wait
He suggested he could get foid from outside fir them
She gave her consent , he left and wandered around , found a restaurant and returned with food packed parcel , the same youth with a ponytail stood there with fifteen others on the corner