Asal hakayat

zarin  was  crying, a  huge  heap of  tissue  was  piling  up, her  eyes  were  red, lashes  damp, face  hot, she  tried  to  balance  her  emotional  status  by  attacking  it  with  kalim's  name  , after  all he  was  the  cause  of  it  all, the  canteen man  said  she  could  sit  there  crying  as  long as  she  wanted  but  if  she  broke  glasses  or  threw  around  pieces  of  furniture  and  scattered  crockery  she  would  be  made  to  clean it  up  all, she  who  had  never  even  picked  up  at  home  a  thin  light  weight   blade  of straw