In Karachi, Kamal, in his studio, was busy in making a painting. His opened laptop, as usual was on the small table, near to him, so that he could see it directly from where he was standing. As always, the page of DEBAGGO was open. He was waiting for some message from Feriha. But the message did not come.
He turned towards the laptop and start writing………….
KAMAL : WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
His eyes were repeatedly going towards the screen of his laptop, while his hand was busy on the canvas. Then all of a sudden, he saw the incoming message from her.
Feriha : How are you