SHE AND HE : IN CONVERSATION

I need a painter.

*pause* *grin*

Do not grin like that. I know what you are thinking.

What was I thinking ?

About painting, Titanic 3D and you-know-what.

Ah ! You are so perfect at reading my mind.

You doubt it ?

No, I’m proud of you. I’m lucky to have you.

You don’t have me. I’m still thinking, remember ?

Well, if you keep thinking all your life about me, it is fine by me.

Shut up !

Is that your favourite word ?

No. It is my way of expressing disgust.

So what is your way of displaying a few other better emotions ?

What do you mean ?

You know what I mean. Remember ?

Shut up !

By the way, you said you needed a painter. I paint well.

Really ?

Really.

Then come to my place tomorrow at 10 in the morning .

Really ?

Really. Sharp at 10. I’ll tell you what needs to be done.

Seriously ? You are that particular ?

Yes. When it comes to painting my house, I’m very particular about colours.

Gosh ! I thought it was something else.

I knew what you thought of.

Really ?

Yes, you need to read my thoughts perfectly. Only then I’ll switch off my thinking mode.

And get on doing-mode ?

Shut up !

Comments

Rià said…

ha ha cute!

April 16, 2012 at 1:12 PM

UNUTTERED WHISPERS

I know it was you, following me all along. I don’t need eyes to see you. It started raining and I paced up. You were anxious about me.You offered me your umbrella with your face hidden.Only if you had understood me ! I never said those three words, but I thought you knew. P.S 1:My first attempt at 55 fiction. P.S : A real big thank you to all blogger friends who made my birthday "A day to remember".

Fading Memories

What is with this smile Mamma ? It follows me everywhere, in good times And in pain. During journeys and at nights I rest. Remember how you read me my Nursery rhymes and the alphabet Mamma ? Remember how you waited for me To arrive from school ? Our banters And the laughter that followed. Look ! My library is bigger now, Almost as large as that of yours. Yet, I long to hear a lullaby from you. Sing to me Mamma ! Just like You did ages ago. Don’t walk away like that Mamma ! See, I am your little girl in tears. You taught me how to fight my battles But weren’t you my shield ? I am you girl, grey and portly, But I still need to hear my lullaby.

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