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.....finally they reached their house,  the older woman opened the door of the house and  asked him to put the vegetable basket  there,  like an obedient son he did what he was told,  the older woman  left the girl and him staring at each other  as she went in to get sherbet  for him, he mustered courage and asked her her name,  she also at the same time asked him his name,  both began laughing,   her name was zubeda, his was majid, they spoke softly and became silent her mother returned  holding a red coloured  sweet syrup drink in a glass, he politely accepted it saying  there was no need  for  her  to trouble  herself like that , he had come  from close by, she too insisted  him to have it  because it was  so  hot,  a sniff before sipping  the drink  he concluded  it was for certain  ruh afzah