A quiet man is a thinking man. A quiet woman is hatching a plan. Priya was unusually quiet.
“What’s up cousin?” I remarked, as I stepped back into the house to find her in a pensive mood. She was bent over her laptop and was typing franctically on the keyboard. She glanced up at me and without a word continued doing whatever the hell she was doing. “I don’t have time for your small talk. What do you want?” she said after a couple of minutes, not bothering to look at me who was roaming around the room fidgeting with random objects.