*cue rapturous music*
The leftovers were seen being furtively carted off to the male hostel once the thing was over, and I waved goodbye to them as they passed by, for I knew no one would see or hear from them again.
But wait! The next day my friend and I espy one of our girls walking about with a little plate full of kababs. Kababs that look suspiciously like the ones I had so mournfully bid adieu to the night before. I am flabbergasted and I am bamboozled.
'What!' I ask her. 'But where! But how!'
It turns out her boy had brought her the food. How sweet of him.
I turn to my friend and a conclusion is wordlessly, simultaneously reached, a very important one at that:
Scene on kar lo. Kabab milein ge.
Anything for food.