....just last muharram that rude and crude aunty arrived, anmi commanded Maha to get cool sherbet for refreshment, first aunty refused then started off with her incessant chatter that she always made sherbet without sugar in pure flavored syrup but Maha clearly remembered the sherbet they were offered in aunty s house last time they had visited her was way down grade , true there was no sugar in it but there wasn't any syrup either, faded water with evaporated flavor and outer husk of peels of dry nuts sprinkled floated, a sip of it neither went in nor could be thrown out, it simply got stuck somewhere in the throat, but aunty shamelessly demanded for fresh juice visiting others,
Aunty held the glass of sherbet and mixed loads of sweetness in her tone and asked if Maha was engaged to get married, ammi smartly explained Maha s maternal uncle was looking for someone suitable,
Look at my son aunty said
Ammi asked what did he do
He is on TV, twenty four, educated well-mannered he is a smart man she lied proudly
Maha fumed on such a vibrantly colorful skill of inventing a lie
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