Her eyes were open and the smell of delicious food was spreading in the house. She sat up.
The mind was free of thoughts at that time. She got up and went inside the house. Zakir was shaking the spoon heartily in the saucepan placed on the stove in the kitchen. He smiled at her.
"Come on, I thought I'd make you a lot of fun eating spicy meat with my own hands," he said cheerfully.
She smiled too "I mean you are a good cook"
"Come on, I thought I'd make you a lot of fun eating spicy meat with my own hands," he said cheerfully.
She smiled too "I mean you are a good cook"
"I'll make it a little." He was now adding spices to the saucepan, and covering the pan, he lighted some wood from the stove and came out with it.
"Your wife doesn't have children?" She had been thinking this
