We both lay in silence; her, counting her beads, me, contemplating if I should get up and type that half-written piece lying in my notebook.
“Let’s go see if Areeb and Abyan want to go to the roof,” she says suddenly. I look at her and get up immediately.
We climb the stairs to the roof. Areeb climbs in front of me. Abyan is in Ammu’s arms. When we get there I look at the sky, because there isn’t much else to look at. It is then that I realize, I’ve never seen anything like this.
Okay, I have. But I don’t remember it.
I stare in silence. In awe. The west skyline is yellowish. Above it is a dark grey. Above the grey, very slight streaks of blue. That might as well be a trick of my eyes. I’ll never know. But I pay more attention to the grey…
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