A dialogue between two friends about Seeking a suggestion
Sadaf: I really don't know what's come
over Sajid. Ever since I talked to that man at your part, he's been so peculiar.
It's so silly. I just can't understand it.
Sidra: Oh, I'm sure it's nothing to
worry about. It's just a mood.
Sadaf: I hope so. He's so sulky and
silent.
Sidra: Can't you, so to speak, lure
him out of it? Be sweet to him and you know appealing.
Sadaf: Well, I don't know he
just.......you know...
Sidra: What?
Sadaf: Ignores it!
Sidra: What about cooking him
something special? Something he likes?
Sadaf: Oh, I did that the other
evening. For some reason best know to himself he loves kidneys and I cooked them
in wine. But I was so nervous it didn't work out.
Sidra: Well, can't try something else?
Sadaf: Yes, I could. But I feel that
somehow he sees through it.
Sidra: Well, does it matter if he
does? In a way it's a good thing.
Sadaf: Oh damit! I haven't got a
guilty conscience. Why should I bother? Didn't anything.
Sidra: Have it out, then. Tell him to
snap out of it.
Sadaf: I have.
Sidra: What happened?
Sadaf: All he did was to put on a
record full volume.
Sidra: Well couldn't you have stopped
it and made him listen?
Sadaf: I did precisely that, but he
just walked out of the room. Now, he's coming back later and later in the
evening.
Sidra: How ridiculous.
Sadaf: Isn't it? He must realize he's
being ridiculous.
Sidra: He's obviously taking his
revenge, or something.
Sadaf: For what though?
Sidra: Of course, you could play the
same game.
Sadaf: You mean be out when he gets
back?
Sidra: Why not?
Sadaf: Why not? Can you imagine what
would happen! I'm fighting a minor war a it is and that's the result of an
imagined slight. If I did that streets would be running with blood my blood.
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