“Umm…you alright, Surya? I overheard you yelling at the phone so thought to check-up on you. I was not eavesdropping, I promise. I am sorry if I frightened you. I will leave you alone…eh, if you,” Her voice trailed off as she apologized for nothing while shifting her weight from one foot to another, appearing a bit mortified, perhaps with the use of my colorful language or the apparent outrageous look on my face that might have resembled with the distraught devil’s they had told us about in Alaska.
Sonia had come from a polite spoken family, that I had known after the visit to her home, and meeting her mother, their calmness, and tranquillity was a benchmark that many in the United States were craving to experience, and Ayaan’s or mine family was one among them. I had heard her and her
