Cycle of Cliches
In fact, Jahnobi, who still looked like a school girl, appeared a misfit to him.
“I’m not hungry. You guys carry on. I’ll head home.” I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten much since the evening before, when Junali’s mother broke the news of her supposed abduction. I didn’t feel like going back home as well. But home was the only place I could afford to go. Home would be a quiet place. Nisim was out there with Jahnobi and Ma had gone to our Tezpur home for some work. I had no idea what I would do at home, but at that moment, I felt, it was the only feasible excuse to get away from Nisim.