No
Shall we go for soup
No, the soup she liked in the restaurant wasn't difficult to reach from the old campus but she had gone quite farther away in the opposite direction also she was dead tired from her shopping adventure, so she couldn't respond as was expected from her
He understood she was tired walking around and explained Riksha and other transport options were available there, he pointed towards the g t road, qandil was nodding absent-minded, they crossed the road from under the metro bridge and she plucked a leaf from the chinar tree that stood in the front of a bungalow, hasn't looked at her demanding an explanation of her this action, confused the poor girl pushed the leaf deep inside her long coat pocket saying had she been born in the ottoman Era she definitely would have been a miniature artist, her actively imaginative mind even had begun to draw the outlines of the chinar leaf
Then I too would have been born during that Era and to be with you must have tried innumerable tricks, thankfully we are in this modern world and phone is a convenient option, by the way are you going to paint something on that tiny chinar leaf, conversationally he quickly had got down to the point of her matter
She laughed, the seemingly impossible puzzle was easily solved , she promised to tell him about it the next day
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