Rishma's Pov :
"Ethreyo janmamayi
ninne njan anweshikkunuuu..."
( comedy version)I pushed hard to open the front door. I don't know what, today I'm very happy, but Chris' eyes began to travel to the world of sleep. He followed me with his sleepy eyes.
I put the key on the table next to the TV and went to my room to change dress. When I come back he is sleeping peacefully on the sofa.
He came inside without closing the front door and I asked myself,
" Ivan eppo ithre madiyan aayi?"
(When did he become so lazy?)"Manikkinavin kothumbu vallam
Thuzhanju vannu... tyeen tyikkin...
Nee enikku vendi.... tyeen tyikkin.."Today I'm in a Song Mood.
"Tiny, yu haaaaave a letter" He yawned and said in his husky voice without opening his eyes.
"Letter?" I asked skeptically nd closed the door.
"Hmmm"
"From where? From whom?"
"I don"t know. A boy told me to hand over to you."
"Boy?"
"Hmm"
"Who?"
"I don't know his name, but I saw him in college."
"In my college or in your?"
"I've seen him somewhere and somewhere and somewhere." he blabbering something.
"Okay. Where's the letter?" I walked over to him.
"Open the third zip in my bag. I hope it's still inside."
His bag also lying lazily on the sofa itself like him.I opened the third zip and searched for that unknown boy's letter.
Yeah I got it.
I heard the sound of a plastic cover.
I took out the plastic cover and searched again.This time something stuck in my hand, a long one, may be 13 cm. I took it out and it was my pen which I gave him some weeks ago.
Again I searched inside and now I heard crackling sound. "Is this a bag or dustbin?" I quietly asked him.
I took out that stuff too.
Oh my God.
I pouted at him and asked, "Did you eat Lays without sharing it to me?"Now the great person opened his eyes, but again he closed his eyes and said, "I don't remember when I ate that."
I put the empty Lays packet aside and put my hand inside the bag again.
Yes, I got it. I took the letter and put the bag on his chest. He hugged his bag and lay back.
"Hiii Rishma, I know now you are... blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah meet me at 5 o'clock -- Daffodils Park."
"Go and meet." he said wothout looking back at me.
"Chris this is a love letter."
"Congratulations"
"Hey. I'm not going."
"Go and see. You can know who's this person."
"No, no need," I said without any interest.
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