Next Morning
The first rays of morning sunlight were colliding against the colony's walls. But inside one particular flat, the silence of dawn still lingered.
Naaz and Kaira were both punctual when it came to time. Neither waited for the other, and neither left the other's work unfinished. They shared a rhythm—an unspoken understanding that required no words to function.
As soon as Naaz's eyes opened, she immediately looked at the watch placed beside her. 6:00 AM sharp. Her mind issued a wake-up call even without an alarm. She tied her hair and got out of bed.
On the other side, Kaira had also woken up within ten minutes. That was her routine too—waking up on time and starting the day without a single complaint.
Morning Routine
Without saying a word, both of them got busy with their respective tasks.
Naaz walked into the kitchen, and Kaira began pulling out clothes from her wardrobe. From the kitchen, soft sounds started emerging—the water for the tea was heating, the toast was being prepared.
After a little while, by the time Naaz had the breakfast ready, Kaira was already freshened up. Then both of them together set the table, had their breakfast, and without any unnecessary conversation, wrapped up their morning work with efficiency.
After breakfast, they each went to the bathroom, one after the other, to get ready.
Once ready, both picked up their bags, checked themselves in the mirror one last time, and then—without a word—Naaz opened the door.
They stepped out of the building, descended the stairs, and without any delay, started walking at their usual pace.
The cool morning breeze was now slowly turning into a gentle warmth. Small things along the path were telling their own stories. People had begun their daily routines.
As soon as they reached the main road of the colony, Kaira's eyes went straight to the newly rented house in front—the same house where Amie had shifted the night before.
For a moment, her gaze stayed fixed there.
The door was closed.
Casually, Kaira said,
"We'll talk to him on our way back from the hospital."
Naaz didn't respond.
Neither a yes, nor a no.
She simply kept looking ahead and maintained her stride. A silent agreement—one that needed no explanation, no questions.
Both kept walking, lost in their own thoughts.
The city was waking up. And inside one flat, someone else was still awake too— And maybe, despite being awake, still lost in the sleep of his own thoughts.