“Why we have to chat?”
“Simple..I like you”
“Means?”
“I told you”
“Why you like me?”
“Don’t know”
“What?”
“Yes ..I don’t know really. “
“I can’t get you”
“Seriously I’m telling..I questioned myself. What made me to like you much? I asked myself..Is it your cuteness? I’d come across more cute persons than you in my life. It’s not the answer.
Your innocence? Child look? I questioned..but I couldn’t get any reply. Something made me to like you much.. I used to be happy if you are somewhere near to me. Frankly speaking I’d never felt like this before..I used to recollect your activities.. discussions..smiles when I sit in my home.. At that time a feel in my heart..My God..some different kind of happiness used to get spread within me.. “
“Hey… control..”
“Ok ok..”
“Shall I ask you one thing?”
“Hmm”
“Do you love me?”
From “Something Somewhere ” by Gavudham Karunanidhi
