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...aslam  looked at jhinga with vacant eyes,  had he seen a dream,  aslam nodded  and softly asked for his forgiveness  because of him  jhinga s sleep was disturbed,  jhinga quickly got up and brought a glass of water   for aslam his father  used to say  one must drink a glass of water  after  a bad dream,  aslam gulped it down in one breath  emptying the glass,  jhinga reminded him he had screamed,  forcing a smile on his lips aslam explained nightmares were made of such horrors,  man doesn't know what all he  says in sleep,  go back to sleep and just forget the bad dream,  it's already seven no time to  stay sleeping,  aslam looked at his watch  ten  past seven,  , he stood up  first he would  take a bath  and then cook breakfast,  agreeing amicably  jhinga  supported his decision  to shake off his  bad dreams and wash off his negativity,  the night  before  he had surveyed the whole place  and found the washroom,  his eyes were moist,  , it was  a recurring dream  every eight to ten days he sa it,  he always wept after it was repeated,  he had got used to the dream yet his tears were uncontrollable  but he had moved out of jhinga  s sight before he could see his tears