muhabbat meri Humsafar by anjam Ansar -August--Every sunday started lazily, the maid also took the day off, parents of Danya after Fajar namaz again rested till late, only the grand mother listlessly roamed about the sleeping house aimlessly, there was a ring of the doorbell, shattering the peaceful silence,, grandmother was shocked , who could that be at such a time, opening the main door she found Sayadah standing there smiling pleasantly with a tray in hand, entering informally she chirped she had early morning made special potao stuffed parathas for all of them, although at her place they were eaten with curd raita but she had brought marinated minced meat that she would readily roast in the kitchen there, grandmother asked her not to go to so much trouble at their expense , but Sayadah gladly roasted the kheema of which without the exhaust fan the delicious smell spread all over the house waking the young man who wanted to if it was the maid who had arrived on a sunday , granny explained it was Danya"s friend, so Danya was woken up to ask her why her friend was bothered to make their breakfast, Sayadah willingly replied she was happy to to so, to be at their ervice, Danya says hr friend was crazy hungry for fetching compliments as she was mad passionately for cooking and seeing others rlish her meals, and then Danya turned over going back to sleep late.