“Triiink…Triiink…” the telephone bell rang. I was busy in the kitchen. It was time for filtering the boiled rice. If I attended the phone it would spoil everything. The boiling rice would then become some pasty porridge and nobody can eat the over boiled rice!
“Honey, please attend the phone,” I requested my husband, who was immersed in the newspaper. It is his habit. If he is reading something seriously he will not be aware of anything in the surrounding. Moreover, he receives fewer calls than I get. So usually he doesn’t attend phone.
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