Fiza's POV:
"Chachu, can I say something?" I said putting a cup of tea on the side table near him and sit on the floor next to his feet just like I used to sit near Dada Abu (grandfather) and Baba Jani.
"Of course, what is it?" Chachu put his book on a side and leaned towards me, with a knowing smile on his face. He probably guessed I want something from him.
"Chachu, I am thinking about looking for a job. I can't sit at home anymore."
I have been thinking this for a while now, I don't want to depend on anyone anymore. My self-respect doesn't allow me to bare it anymore. Although I don't need any money since Nuwair sends me enough money to take care of my own expenses I can't ask him to help me forever, I have to move on and find a purpose for living.
"Does someone say anyth
