He turned to look at Salaar; he was standing there in a soft drink shop holding a glass.
"Why are you staring?" she asked as she came closer. He turned away.
"Like this…," she said. "I asked for something, and she refused. She's nearby."
Salaar was holding his glass in his hands, standing in the middle of the shop. In front of him, a line of girls was stretching all the way to the counter. On one side was a counter from where a boy was making cold drinks. She suddenly tapped him on the shoulder and pointed toward the counter. He understood that she was starting to make her request. He smiled.
She had asked him to take out the cap of a Pepsi bottle with his teeth. She was standing beside him, watching him. He looked at her, smiled, and removed the cap.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Someone's eyes are very beautiful,"
"Someone's smile is very beautiful,"
"Even her silence was a ghazal,"
"Even her being upset, even her anger, was a way of pleasing,"
"When the heart becomes peaceful, love happens."
She smiled. As soon as Salaar finished, she said, "I've seen enough, let's go," and pulled him along.
Happiness comes from a small thing—this was a big realization.
"Being angry is also a form of love."
Salaar kept holding the soft drink, but she took it from him. She didn't look back.
He kept watching her… she was walking ahead, happily swinging her bag.
In love, people keep watching like this, but they don't speak… they just keep watching.
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