Cycle of Cliches
I wished he had.
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During one of his visits to our quarter, Jogu Mama, brought his wife and daughter with him as well. I was surprised to know, that Jogu Mama’s wife, Karabi mami, was Assamese. She spoke very little, but looked around the house with inquisitive eyes. Their daughter Jahnobi, who was to step into our household five years later, was my age, and studied in the tenth grade as I did. With her cute, round face, curly hair, deep brown eyes and a thin stature, Jahnobi looked more like a twelve-year old. She spoke a lot, especially with Nisim, who had befriended her right at the first meeting. Why wouldn’t he? He was so good in making friends. She mostly spoke about the places she l