“Don’t ever ask questions like this or else you might regret it.”
“I won’t. Say.”
“You must have figured out right. So leave it. Take this dosa. At least taste it.”
Maya smiled hearing his response also took a piece from it and said,” It’s good. Who made it?”
“Myself.”
“Are you serious? Do you know to cook?”
“Yes I know. Why?”
“Hey you did this dosa. You are awesome yaar.”
“Not a big deal. Just a dosa.”
“Well it’s a big deal for me.”
“What? Why so?”
“How much ever I try this will always get struck to the non-stick tawa. But for others in my home it will come perfectly. I am bad in making it.”
He laughed at her and said,” It’s easy actually. Make sure that the pan is heated enough.”
“Uff… I tried all. It’s like a nightmare for me now. Anyways at least your wife will be lucky as you know to cook.”
He thought to himself,” You are calling yourself lucky Maya” but he nodded his head and after a while Maya whispered his name even when they were sitting alone. He didn’t know why so he met her eyes. She signaled him to come closer so he went near her and bent down so that his ears where near her lips.