As I banged the pots and the pans in the kitchen, the other half peeped in, and said, ‘Can I have a cup of coffee’, and then looking at the state of things he added, ‘Please’.
‘No, I said.
‘Why, what happened. You had a fight with Sulekha or a neighbour’.
‘Nah’, I said.
I glared at him and said, ‘Why do you think I will fight with anyone, as if I have no other business?’
‘Then what is all this?’, He asked pointing at the mess. ‘This’, I said, showing my hairbrush full of hair, my lost treasure.