usne orange peel kiya, bina kisi bade issue banaye.
koi 'main independent hu' wala bhaashan nahi, koi 'itna easy tha' wala joke nahi. bas thumb rind ke neeche, ek careful spiral, aur poora room us bright citrus smell se bhar gaya.
wo aise dekh rahi thi jaise koi badi baat nahi hai. jo ki, obviously, exactly waisa hi hota hai jab koi cheez suddenly badi baat ban rahi ho.
baad mein jab usne iske baare mein likha, uska naam tak nahi le paayi. bas itna likha: kabhi kabhi pyaar sirf ek fruit hota hai, already peeled, aapko yun hi de diya jaata hai, jaise kuch bhi nahi hai.