"Don't lock the door." It was already night, and the family members of a large house were all asleep, so Rana Amin lay down on the bed and said while looking at his voice. "Disgusting! No one sleeps without locking the door!" I just came back from the bathroom and was turning around to lock the door, frowning and muttering. "Alas, you know, they're going to think about it!" As long as I heard Rana Amin's words, the faces that came in through the door immediately popped into my mind.
No matter how unwilling it was, I had to be willing popular database to gently pull down the iron chain that was about to be fastened. Living in a large house in the countryside of Punjab, there is no privacy at all. As soon as the suitcase is opened, all kinds of supplies brought by the author to Pakistan are a "your is mine"; this kind of sharing culture has impacted the author for many years. , until later he became numb, and no matter how unwilling he was, he had accepted the fact that "what is mine is theirs".
This is true of tangible objects that can be seen and touched, and the same is true of space privacy that can be seen and touched. Speaking of which, I must mention two treasures that I will never forget during my first summer in Pakistan. The first is Rana Amin's cousin: Brother Milk. "Brother Milk" thins out his lover, and the Pakistani wife can't wait for him to come home In the Indian and Pakistani countries, there is a special sentiment that it is very popular for them to marry brothers and sisters.