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To Babosar Pass

17th July.

Next morning when I woke up, the first thing I heard was my hubby's berates from outside.
'Come out its already late, we have to go to the market to buy jackets for us.' Scolded my hubby.
'Ok, don't shout people are sleeping here.' I reminded him.
'These sleeping beauties, has to get up as well , or else we'll be late, it's a long day ahead.'
'Tell me a day when it's not.' Groaned Omaina.
'Omaina can you please, take my kids to the coaster when everyone's ready, I'm going to the market to buy the jackets, you guys will pick me and my husband from the market.' I asked.
'Well are they ready, changed and stuff, or do I have to get them ready too.' Omaina answered with another question.
'Shaji is still sleeping, though I've changed his daiper and cloths, I'll get others ready too before I leave,' I said.

'Ok no biggie.'

I went out, the weather was clear, blue sky again, everything was washed clean. Although it was almost 7 o'clock in the morning, there was no sign of fog at all. One could see the entire site right to the mountains, bright and shinning. More green with cristal Clear water.

'Mama my joggers, there soul is breaking apart. I think we have to buy a new one now. I can see my feet out of them.' Said Zuna my eldest doughter.

'How did you do that, these joggers are only few days old, come here let me see.' I said. 'Well dear it's just the outer soul, we're going to the market, let me take them with us, we'll see what we can do. You go put on your socks and slippers for now.'

'Ok, can't I go with you.' Asked Zuna.

'No, just be a nice girl and take care of your brothers and sister, make sure that they get settled in the coaster while Mama and Baba are away.' I briefed.

'Mama, are you not going with us.'

'Oh yes we are, let Chand Mamo (bhaiya) pick us from the Bazar, ok.' I said ' Tell him to stop the bus when you to reach the market their.' I pointed out the place with my hand towards the end of the bridge and the start of the market.

'Ok.' She whispered.

'Let's go Tanzeela.' Said my hubby.

'It's not eight o'clock yet, do you think the market's open now.' I inquired.

'We don't have a choice here, at least we have to try.' He answered.
We walked to the market, most of the shops were not opened but some of them were, so we bought some woolen hats and socks for the kids, jackets for us, then went to the cobbler to fix Zuna's joggers, thankfully he just started to open his stall.

'Please can you fix it.' My hubby asked the cobbler when we reached near him, he was busy putting his stuff out of the trunk and setting them on the racks, to my surprise, he never even looked at us, as if we were not there at all, just busy with what he was doing. No expression on his face, blank, buried in setting his stall.

'Hello, Assalamualicum ( peace be upon you ), please could you work on these, we are already late our coaster is waiting for us.' My hubby almost pleaded but he still didn't showed any sign of acknowledgment , totally busy organising the shoe laces on its place, white with white, black with black. Then putting all the souls one by one to their place. He almost took ten minutes to set. Then when I thought this would be the last thing he would do, he started setting his place to sit, first he spread out the sheet of plastic, then a thin rug, a thick one, putting all the creases away slowly slowly. Imagine our frustration, we were dying to get our work done and dash towards our coaster, but the man was unbelievable, finally he sat down on his place and took the joggers from my husband's hands without saying a single word. He just looked at them and fixed them with the fast drying glue, the ones he took out of the trunk at the very beginning, atleast ten minutes before all this and handed it back to us. He took less then a minute in doing so.