RIDDLE OF THE CHAPTER: What invention lets you look right through a wall?
For the next half hour, I sit there, immobile, in shock, with Hanzala laughing next to me.
I am too stunned or maybe too shy to speak because for the next half an hour, this is what I hear:
"Babe, if you were a piece of chicken, you'd be extra hot!"
"Girl, if you'll be my butter, I'll be the bread."
"Do you have a fever? 'Coz you're Hot!"
"Do you have a map? 'Cause I just got lost in your eyes"
Oh, it gets worst. Waayy worst.
"I must be a snowflake, 'cause I've fallen for you!"
"If you were a tear in my eye I would not cry for fear of losing you."
"Is it hot out here, or is it just you?"
"I'm a thief, and I'm here to steal your heart."
I sit and all I can do is blink as guys, guys and more guys of every shape, size and colour walk out of the building, all walking like they're the greatest thing since the e-reader. I'm stuck between feeling hopelessly sorry for all of them (knowing they would have no chance with any girl in a hundred years with those lines) and laughing out loud at how cheesy there lines are.
I eventually opt for the second option after seeing Hanzala laughing on the ground next to me. I recover from the shyness and actually listen to what the douchebags are saying. They're really lame, but kind of hilarious and genius at the same time and before I know it, I'm laughing along with Hanzala at the last few aloos who strut out of the building.
"Ok," I say after we've recovered, "what was that?!?"
"Testosterone hour. It is, and I quote, "the hour when a completely sane and respectable man becomes a conceited douchebag", Hanzala says. "Come on, I'll show you," he reaches for my hand and we walk into the building.
"See those sprinklers over there?" he says pointing to the ceiling of the room we're in now. It looks like a locker room. The 'sprinklers' he's talking about, looks like showers, but you know what they say about looks.
"They're filled with testosterone," he says.
"Huh?!? How can you fill a sprinkler with testosterone?" I ask in confusion. I am truly beginning to think my husband is crazy.
"Have you seen the Spirit flowers on the side of the road?" He asks. He turns me to the window and shows me the flowers that I didn't notice along the sidewalk. He stands behind me with his hands on my shoulders and I feel a warm shiver go down my spine. I try to concentrate on the flowers outside and not the butterflies that have decided to start flying in my stomach. They're really colourful and I'm feeling kind of embarrassed that I didn't notice them before.
"Do you notice how they look like they're little pouches?" he ask, and I try to notice that instead of how warm his breath is on my ear. "Each pouch is filled with hormones, the prettier, with oestrogen and the not so pretty with testosterone."
"They're both pretty!" I say.
"You're pretty," he says and I turn a tomato red. "They're really good for the body, there's something about this climate that drastically reduces our hormone levels so the only place we can get them is from those sacs, they're like powder. Horrible to ingest, but it works magic on the skin."
I'm about to say something but we hear voices down the corridor, female voices.
"Oestrogen hour," Hanzala says with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm gonna leave you for a little while. Good luck."
He kisses my hand and starts walking off down the corridor. Before he leaves, he turns, blows me a kiss and reminds me that Esha is at 11...
I think I'm falling in love.
ANSWER: A window!
