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Soha's point of view:

It had been two days since Rahat and I were talking or chatting. He had been pretty cool and decent guy so far. He didn't ask for my picture. And that was what made him different from other guys to me.

Not that I chatted with guys a lot. Mahi tried to set me up to dates with guys before. But all of those were epic fail. She refrained herself from setting me up after her 1000000th try. So, because of her, I had an idea on how their - the boys's minds work.

I had talked to some of them first as a friend on social networking sites instead of jumping into dating. All they cared about was my look. They asked for my photo in half an hour of chatting. Okay, back to Rahat's topic.

He seemed alright. Although at first he was so annoying. I didn't forget the first time when he commented on a post saying girls were lazy and greedy. I was so angry at him. But after two days of talking. . . . he wasn't as bad as I thought.

Mahi was right. I shouldn't have judged him so fast. But I'm not to be blamed for it. I had been wrong about quite a few people. I thought they were good people. But they turned out complete opposite of what I thought of them.

The funny thing was Rahat thought I was seventeen as it was written in the bio of the profile. He called me a 'kid' several times. And always underestimated me when I stated my opinion or voiced out my thoughts.

Mahi and I had quite a laugh about it. The poor guy didn't know that I was only two years younger than him or he would have stopped calling me 'kid'.

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It had been and we were chatting continuously. Mahi was busy this week too and I had nothing to do. So I logged into Facebook and messaged Rahat.

Me: Hey.

He wasn't online. So I started watching some YouTube videos. After ten or more minutes, he messaged back.

Him: Hey kid. :)

See, what I was talking about.

Him: How's your day so far?

Me: Boring.

Him: Why?

Me: My best is not replying my texts or calls. So, I'm home, bored.

Him: What about your other friends? Go and hang out with them.

Me: I've got none, other than my best friend.

Him: Ooh!

Me: Yeah, I'm a loser. I know.

Him: No. You are not a loser. I have many so called friends. But my roommate is my only true friend here.

Me: one is enough if he/she's a true friend.

Him: Yeah, well you've got me as well. Now you have two friends. :)

Me: Hmm. Thanks. :)

Me: I could say the same thing for you. What's your friend's name?

Me: you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I was just wondering.

Him: He's name is Shujaat. What's yours?

Me: Her name is Mahi.

Him: Mahi and Nosh. Pretty names.

Me: How many times I've told you not to call me that name?

Him: Then what should I call you? Nowshin is mouthful. I want a nickname or something.

Me: Umm. . . Call me Soha.

Him: Soha! I like the name.

Me: Thanks.

Him: okay Soha! Tell me about yourself.

Me: I told you yesterday and the day before. I'm pretty boring.

Him: I remember what you said. But tell me again.

Me: Well, I'm a student, a bookworm. My life revolves around three things. My best friend, my Lil sister and books.
Me: I don't have any hobbies other than reading.

Him: Talking about sisters, we didn't talk about families. I have one sister. She's seventeen. And my Ammi. They both live in India.

Him: I came to the USA when I was nineteen.

Me: Oh! I've a brother, he's 18. And my sister is five. And the parents. So it's me, my siblings, abbu and khala. Quite a big family I guess.

Him: Abbu and khala? But khala means aunt, right? What about your mom?

Me: Yes, khala means aunt. She's my mother's cousin. Ammu died seven years ago. Then abbu got married to khala.

Him: I'm so sorry! :( you were so young back then! I'm sorry.

Me: It's okay. I've to go now. Bye. Tc.

I clicked on the send button and logged out. I never liked to talk about it with people. Though I had shared my family information with him after chatting for only a week. I wasn't sure why I did it. I guess he had that friendly vibe or something. I just knew that I didn't feel uncomfortable talking to him about my personal information which was a rare case.

Actually talking to a person so frequently other than my family or Mahi was a rare case. But I didn't feel uneasy or awkward while chatting with him.

Rahat's point of view:

I admit, I have a tendency to talk without thinking or in this case, type. It's like I have no filter. I shouldn't have asked about her family in the first place. I've made her upset now. I thought while tugging my hair. It's one of my bad habits. I tug my hair when I'm overwhelmed.

She's only seventeen. That means her mom died when she was ten. She must have had hard time growing up. No wonder she talks like a matured person. I thought to myself. I couldn't think of anything else but her.

That poor girl! I shouldn't have pried about her family. "What if she stops talking to me?"

Thousands of possibilities were running in my head. I should apologize to her. With the thought, I started typing a message.