Chapter 1, Part 1: Plural Sight

Chapter 1

Part 1: Plural Sight

 

"Take along a tiffin or something..!" Said over concerned Zaini from kitchen.

At her age of 25, she had a lovely voice but having to wake up early at 7 am,

she was feeling irritated and then her younger brother, just like her 8-year ood

daughter who was crying for no reason apparently, was not listening to her and

so her concern for her brother, Irfan, had now turned into rumbleness.

"I dont want one..!" Irfan replied in a low, irritated tone from the bedroom

itself. His brother-in-law, Suleman was still sleeping and considering not to

disturb his sleep, Irfan was making slow moves while getting ready for his

office. Apparently, his voice was low but Zaini didn't seem to have heard that or

probably, she didn't care and so, she troubled to walk upto the bedroom door

with a mayonnaise-dipped knife as joke in hand from kitchen.

"You haven't even eaten anything. Why don't you take along something!" She

said in an authoritive and motherly tone, pointing knife toward him besides she

didn't mean the action literally. After all, if she had woke up at 6 am in morning

to preprare something for her younger brother, it was only because of the

unconditional love and concen she had for her family; she was already having

less sleep since an year, since the time she had conceived and more hours were

reduced due to natural demands of her baby who was starting to learn uttering

words. Sara, the baby, often made Zaini's nights restless with her nightlong

screaming; only god knew actually what worried her.

Irfan stared at her sister's gesture for a second, to understand that authorative

question, fitting his shoes, and then making up his mind, he spoke, "No Aapa,

please. Please don't mak anything. I do lunch with my matee outside my office

and so it feels awkward to open lunch box before them". He respected the fact

that her sister cared so much for him but he belonged to the sect of people who

didn't really like to trouble others no matter how serious the issue maybe or

how close the person maybe; he was a self-dependent guy.

"You and your damn habbits... I don't know what has changed you so much in

these years!" said an irritated Zaini, moving back to kitchen. She had felt bad on

her brother not giving worth to her concern. Irfan too felt bad denying to her

and so he didn't reply as he knee she was just concerned about him.

"I'm just not concerned about food... It's like I've got much morr other things of

concern in my life than to be concerned about food", he said, reaching to Zaini

in kitchen to take his favorite coffee cup.

"And there reflects the result of your carelessness in your health; a zero figure.

Shame in you!" Zaini commented, taking sip of her coffee.

"Beauty is a thing of perception; a perception of only the glorious minds, and

mind it but only very few, like me, possess that", Irfan chuckled after a pause to

cheer up her sister. Zaini couldn't resist smiling on her brother's sarcasm.

The two of them stood at the kitchen door to enjoy the sip of the hot coffee.

Zaini was not so keen about coffee but Irfan was. Probably it was one of those

rare eadables that one could use to lure him.

"You should take care of your diet. Being professional now doesn't mean you

would give up eating!" Zaini spoke after a pause, switching back to same old

topic; Irfan's habit of chucking eating.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I should get fat either!" It was his routine reply to

her usual comment.

"First get an average figure, then you talk of fat and carbohydrate", irritation

was obvious in Zaini's reply, and the conversation would have continued like the

usual days, had Irfan not excused.

"I'm getting late, sis. We'll pick up on this later", he said, leaving the last few sips

of his coffee. Beforr she could say anything, he moved to the master bedroom

where his brother-in-law and his little, cute, beautiful niece were sleeping.

He went upto her and held himself for a second, staring at her beautiful face,

wondering for the peace she had in her mind which was also obvious through

her baby expressions, and loving the innocence of her face, he kissed lightly on

her forrhead and leaned back gently, without waking her up.

Having ready to leave for office now after taking the last one hour in his

bathing, dressing and eating, Irfan again ensured that his access card was in his

bag.

"I'm leaving. Bye", he dashed out of the main door, bidding her sister bye

while she had got busy again in her day-to-day work. She had to now prepare

breakfast and lunch for her husband. While it was solely her love and concern

for her brother that she woke up early daily to cook for him, it was also a duty

when her husband was the person under consideration; the typical human

duties.

It had been raining since last night and little showers were still giving visit to

area no and then. Besides being a developed area of Delhi, roads were filled

with muddy water in those small little dumps that were dug naturally. Irfan

was trying his best to avoid any little drops of that muddy water over his navy

blue pant with very thin white strips. It was a Monday morning and he was well

dressed for office impression. After all, hard working guys are so concerned

about etiquettes and their image!

(..contd.)