Huraira and I.

Not all stories are made in heaven.
Some of them just tend to happen.

At a roadside stall in windy summers, was when I met Huraira. Luckily it wasn't humid nor did I live with someone else. So it was quite easy for me to get her into my apartment. She walked a little tipsy. Upon inspection, I saw bruises on her feet. She was still ill and now in a worse state since I met her on the road, due to travel. I had to tend to her wounds several times. She'd whimper each time I cleaned the wounds. 
I'd left her in the house and gone to work, hoping to avoid confrontation once she woke up. Sure enough by the time I came back, she woke up but, didn't leave. Strangely though I couldn't get myself to question. She was just curious that way. I didn't speak to her. Just walked in got on about my things pretending to not see her. Eventually, she got up and came up and sat beside me. I was just wondering something and the next thing I know she closes my laptop. I stare at her unblinking. I had to give in, "fine! I'll get you food! I don't even know if you are a nonvegetarian." I tried my best to ease the awkwardness, ultimately giving up I rose from my seat deciding not to speak with her. 
Time dragged on in a blur. Every day I'd leave for the office tucking her into bed, not talking. Once I came she'd be all over me. I'd give her food and then she'd leave me and sit in a corner staring at me. She often reminds me of my boss really. That's why the name. Especially the way she looks at me. Not speaking, across the room. With a strange bashful look that could melt me anytime.

Months later, she hasn't left my door even once yet, though she is up to speed. I always rush back home to spend more time with her, considering she can't speak. And yes my boss recently gave me a raise after she learnt I named my cat after her.



~Huraira and I. by Mudassir Mohsin Jowher 
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