Roaming on my own past, I successfully wasted a couple of my precious moments until a hand did pat over my left shoulder. "๐๐๐๐! ๐ ๐๐๐๐!" "๐๐๐๐ง! ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐" I replied without knowing who's there. After turning my head, I found that my sister was standing there. I asked about what's the matter, for which she told me that father was asking me from last ten minutes to go for the namaaz of Isha. "๐๐ก๐๐ญ? ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ณ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐" I replied her surprisingly "๐๐จ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ. ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐?" She replied me by laughing. "๐๐จ, ๐ง๐จ, ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ" I replied her slowly, "๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐.๐๐๐๐๐" she continued laughing.
