#story #imagination #fiction
Mom, he is still over my head. It’s been 2 weeks now.
Baby, go and talk to him.
How can I propose to him? I am a female.
I am not asking you to propose the Honey Seller.
Then?
Go to his place once, maybe you’ll get over it, and it’s all infatuation.
Infatuation? Go to his place?
Mom!
Yes.
He is in Chandi Chowk, Delhi, which is so crowded that I may not be able to spot his stall this time.
Baby, it may get over in a while.
It’s been weeks now.
Ok, I request that you go to him once and talk to him.
No.
Ok, get me some honey then.
Why.
He should find me out. Why should I be first? A woman is never the first in a relationship.
Oh, that is a point. But how will he find you?
Well, that is his problem.
You know something about him, but he knows nothing about you.
What do I know?
His shop is in Chandani Chowk, Delhi.
Well, I don’t even know if he is single.
Oh. Give him your business card then.
Mom, if he were committed to another girl, he would have never done what he did.
What did he do?
Mom, he did that, I told you last time as well. His father was in the stall, looking around to see what he was doing with me. His father was embarrassed and confused. He looked at us, then showed a look of tension, and looked away towards the honey seller.
So you know his father, too.
Ah, yeah, I do remember him, too.
So get me some honey.
No, Mom.
I am a female; he should pursue me, not the other way around.
Ok, talk to me when you are free from your temporary ego? What say?
Mom’s his love deep inside me is still resonating with me.
You said there was love between you two?
Yes
So, he would remember you. The feeling of love is not a thing to be forgotten. Remember that.
Go on..
Get me honey, I ll talk to his father,