Muteb popped in front of my room, came in, throwing his big decent smile.

"What happened the other day?"
"What the other day?"
"You whatsapp-ed me, remember?"
"Not a big thing. Just a little friction"
"But you sound troubled. Tell me. Was it personal or business?"
"Personal. But I took care of it. But it does not feel casual anymore"
"What happened?"
"I will tell you. But not here. Somewhere else. Perhaps over two cups of Americano"
"OK. Time will heal everything. Believe me"
"I know it will. Take care honey"
"You take care too"

He left. I was not dreaming. He just left. Like a puff of smoke, dissolved in the air.



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