3. Puzzle

Puzzle

As a few weeks before the silence had been broken by the slap, so this time it was a snap of the fingers to do it.

"Heck, what an idiot!"

Kabir did this every time he puzzled over a definition of a crossword puzzle.

His calloused hands, from being a mechanic, always smeared with oil, flapped on the wooden table and then he snapped his fingers.

He hardly ever laughed, but he gripped his pencil tightly and rushed to fill in empty boxes.

I liked watching him while he did the crossword puzzles, his hands never still, his fingers always dirty.

It was his hands that I fell in love with.