UNPARALLELED BONDS

Her pg

My sibling's pg seemed engrossing to me . The incharge of there pg was called by everyone as Wallian Uncle who used to call my sis Joyla instead of Joyel. A very jovial kind of personality mixed with spitefulness as he served supper at 11. But the interesting part was the boys living in the adjacent rooms. Joyel and Sana had no idea about it when they were newcomers. As time passed not only they exchanged greetings but also sweets , chocolates , small helps and sometimes the knock knock sounds could be heard on the walls. I came to her pg just to bang her wall to admire the results.

When I stayed ather pg for one day , I spent a quality time with Sana, from whom I used to get frustrated in earlier days as my sis talked to her for hours on calls. I also let her read my newly published book so as to get more book reviews. It's incredible she found it interesting that she read all of it in less than 2 hrs. As a writer, I felt the pride of how my hard work resulted in creating this book of my life. At night, Walling Uncle came to serve the dinner. He was at the door and I was not supposed to greet them as he didn't know that someone had come into his pg for a whole night stay. The two of them hid me in the tiny kitchen and went out to receive the food. At night I finally got an opportunity to bang my fist against the wall after immense requesting her. She allowed only one knock with light hands. I took advantage of my chance and beat the wall like a drum multiple times in a single go. She dragged me away and showered me with punches while I was laughing and apologizing to Sana, who was fed up with those knocks. Then we waited for 2 mins and just then heard the footsteps running behind the wall and a thud sound. We all laughed at the melodrama of the boys' community after the chaos created there by my knocks.