Nawwab and I: Il pleure dans mon coeur
N: Il pleure dans mon cœur
t: That is what CJ just said
N: She was quoting Paul Verlaine
t: I know
Comme il pleut sur la ville ;
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénètre mon cœur ?
t: CJ responded to my alwidah.
t: No, not that but the other one.
N: The post script one?
t: Pathos and stealthily creeping bathos
N: You and the minimalist streak of yours
t: I will take that as a compliment.
N: Why sad moments overwhelm happy times
t: Rhetorical, my dear Nawwab. Glass...
N: ... half full, half empty
t: Now you are barking...er talking like a poet.
N: When are you feeding me: Oh, not till sunset.
N: Woof woof, I am a dog not a delusional Muslim.
t: Delusional? You don't fast in Ramadan?
N: Religion is for weaker life forms.
t: Did you ever fall in love Nawwab?
N: No, that is not an animal trait.
t: You have no idea.
N: Now you want to teach me?
t: ma'af kijiaye, gustakhi ho gaee
N: You are the one...
t: ab kiya kiya hum nay?
N: You told your brother to observe 12 hour fasts
t: What is wrong with that...16 or 18 hour fasts are unintended.
N: Your father's observation is correct. You are writing the 31st chapter.
N: Don't call me billah!
t: Don't push my buttons. You will never see another hydrant
N: Trust a human being to blackmail
t: Now you're listening
N: Go, cry in the wilderness and don't own up, blame the rain.
t: Don't be so comprehension challenged.I expect better from dogs