She had some paint stains on her black triangular hijaab that she wears on her head almost all the time when I see her.
"How did you get paint on your scarf?" I questioned her.
"I was doing the laundry back in the gali," she went on continuing with her jharho,"when this man painting the house behind ours started going crazy with it, he must have gotten the impression that I would enjoy some raining drops of paint on my clothes."
"That is so very wonderful of him. Did you look up after he did so?"
"No, I got the impression that he was interested in disrespecting me so I didn't feel the need to do such a thing."
"Of course."
"How did you get paint on your scarf?" I questioned her.
"I was doing the laundry back in the gali," she went on continuing with her jharho,"when this man painting the house behind ours started going crazy with it, he must have gotten the impression that I would enjoy some raining drops of paint on my clothes."
"That is so very wonderful of him. Did you look up after he did so?"
"No, I got the impression that he was interested in disrespecting me so I didn't feel the need to do such a thing."
"Of course."
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