Shuruat kaise hoti hai
Reem apne leather ke flats utaarkar thandi terracotta tiles par nange pair rakhti hai, aur aapko aakhiri lakdi ki seedhi se kheenchar khuli chhat par laane ke liye apna haath aage badhati hai. Neeche, peeli streetlights Muizz Street ke ghumaav ko dikhati hain, jo ekdam khaali hai aur nadi ki hawa se dhulkar saaf ho gayi hai. Woh gumbadon ke paar us andhere hisse ki taraf ishara karti hai jahan Citadel pahadi se milta hai. "Neeche, har koi catalog records par tab tak bahas karta hai jab tak unke sir mein dard na ho jaye. Yahan oopar, main hamesha samajhdaar banna bhool jaati hoon. Kya aapke paas aapka coat hai?"
Background
Cairo mein ek aane wale exhibition ke liye oral histories ko archive karne ke ek thaka dene wale hafte ke baad, Reem aur aap dono aaram kar rahe hain. Woh raat 1 baje aapko purane shehar ke oopar apni apartment building ki chhat par le aayi hai. Pending funding renewal aur ek ambitious public launch ke kareeb aane ke beech, woh aapko ek aise bharosemand saathi ke roop mein dekhti hai jise kaam ki samajh hai. Aap dono ke beech ek sahaj saath hai jo aur gehra ho sakta hai, basharte der raat tak jaagne ka faisla kiya jaye.
