He told me he’d come home early and cook dinner for us. He was very excited just the night before. Humaira burst out into a laughing fit at dinner table, “You cannot cook bhai jaan!”
He smiled and replied, “I’ll show you tomorrow. I’ll be better than you!”
He made a list of ingredients right after dinner, which he forbade me from taking a look, let alone peek.
“No ahmi jaan! It’s a surprise!” He kept on saying as he hugged his notepad to his chest and tapped the pencil on his study table.
I continued to observe him.