In a realm unknown, he lacked the grasp of hands, yet skillfully he crafted pakoras, wearing a smile as his constant companion. Is there no burden of worry upon him? Has he not sought solace and consolation from his Creator? What strange world is this, where I felt the most bereft, but he, in the midst of his misery, exuded contentment, a serene bliss adorning his countenance?
Such a sight I had never beheld before on anyone's face, a profound satisfaction amidst wretched circumstances. Perhaps he concealed his sorrows and feigned happiness, but no, that was not the case, for I sensed the authenticity in his demeanor. There was something extraordinary, something rare, a blessing that eludes many—those fortunate souls adorned with wealth and beauty.
I have witnessed the opulence of the wealthy and the beauty of many, but never have I seen such a gleam and fulfillment. It was something else, something special, perhaps originating from the depths of his soul.
"Why are you lost in thoughts, Maha?" Aban's voice startles him.
Maha, I have found a job, but it doesn't resonate well with you. Aban I am in great need at this time.
There is a pharmacy where you would have to spend eight hours alongside the store.
Well, that's not bad, and it's something I had a strong desire for—becoming a doctor. However, this desire unexpectedly slips out of Maha's mouth without her control.
Aban immediately inquires, "Why didn't you pursue becoming a doctor then?"
Maha hastily responds, "I had already told you not to ask me such questions."
"Okay, okay, my apologies for blurting it out like that,"