Ch.11 - Salty Coffee

‘Thank you, sir, for approving my kind request of taking English tuitions,’ Kriti said as she entered Professor Fawad’s home.

‘It is OK Kriti, would you like to have some coffee?’ said Professor Fawad.

‘Yes, but on one condition.’

‘What?’

‘I will make it’

‘As you wish,’ said he.

Kriti was very nervous but excited at the same time. Her joy knew no bounds. She quickly started making coffee and in excitement poured salt in place of sugar.

‘Ta-da! Here is the coffee,’ she smiled.

‘How Kriti, how do you know I am on a diet.’

‘Do I know?’

‘Yes! That’s why you have put salt in place of sugar.’

‘Of course, I know. I keep track of people I like and by the way, this is special Marine Salty coffee that I make for special people,’ Kriti winked at professor Fawad.

‘Open page No 11. Kriti.’

Professor Fawad was explaining the chapter to Kriti while she was admiring him.

‘Kriti, are you listening,’ he said as Kriti lifted his mug and started drinking coffee from his mug.

‘Aapke labon se chukar mishri ho gayi

Humne banayi thi namkeen, ye shahad ki sheeshi ho gayi’

‘I made the coffee salty but after it touched your lips, it became sweet like nectar.’

‘HAHAHA, ‘that was quite funny Kriti. Where did you learn this from?’ Professor Fawad was astonished by Kriti’s statements.

‘I learned all this after seeing you.’

‘Okay Kriti, today’s class is over.’

‘Okay sir, see you tomorrow. Bye.’ Kriti said.

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‘Hi Kriti, where are you coming from,’ Aditya said.

‘I went to buy some vegetables,’ Kriti said.

‘But where are the vegetables?’

‘It is in my bag pack.’

‘All well in the hostel?’ Aditya asked.

‘Yes, all fantastic,’

‘Coffee?’ Aditya asked.

‘I had ice cream just now. Some other time.’ She said.

‘Okay, I will wait.’

‘Hi Adi,’ Kriti shouted his name as he walked some distance.

‘Hi buddy, but we can have some beer.’

‘Do you drink?’

‘On special occasions like these.’

‘What is so special about today?’

‘You will know soon.’ Hopes grew quickly in Aditya’s heart like wild creepers grow in the moist land. He followed her all lost in her dreams while she was looking forward to the next tuition class at Professor Fawad’s home.