‘ Aneem, it’s like a broken china,’ Hanna
said, without so much as hiding the tiredness in her voice.
Tasnim bit her lower lip while walking
beside her good friend, trying hard not to cry.
‘ What do you do with a broken china?’
Hanna asked while holding up a lettuce in her hand.
No answer from Tasnim because both of them
already knew the answer.
‘ You know what, you might lose something
that has been staring in the face for so long if you keep doing this. Do you
really want to do this to yourself?’
Instead of looking at a tomato, Hanna
stared at Tasnim’s face.
‘ If it hurt you this much, why not walk
away? Why not do it while you still have love for yourself?’
It took all of Tasnim's dignity not to bawl out in the middle of hypermarket.
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