They never seemed to notice my presence overhead even though I would keep munching the toffees i had in my pocket . I would wait there until lunch was over; and after both the mother and daughter disappeared, i would slowly crawl down and run towards my friends who would then laugh at my daredevilry. When nun-chai time came , i followed the same routine once again. It was during these days when Sumera first noticed me .
One day, she saw me climbing the tree and my secret adventure of looking at her no longer remained a secret.
Sumera often played with her girlfriends in the big kitchen garden of Habib-Kaka. I often saw them playing hopstotch or house-house while i peeped from the small hole in the wooden door of the kitchen garden. She often came to the Yaarbal to play in the water and i would often reach there before her.
Finally, after so much hardwork on my part, she too began to look at me with her almond-shaped green eyes and i felt love in the air. I followed the same routine during the day and she too reciprocated by looking back at me most elegantly. It often made me go wild.
After the day was over, i would often sing alone in my own room in a low voice. Ours was a typical Muslim village that outlawed any sort of western culture.
We never had a television, but we did had an old radio that my Grandfather had brought when he had gone for his Hajj pilgrimage. I would often strike a conversation with my grandfather about Islam and then concur with his views to keep him in good humour, so that he often lend me his radio for the night .
Sumera:
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