He cantinue coming. My two legs start woggle* woggle. I lean back to Malliga becas i vant to ask her something. I step on her leg fingers and she scream one lauvd scream. Taral stop walking. His eyes big big like moong dhal. Or did amma say mysore dhal? I stare her. "Vai you embress me like this?"
"You step my toes yar!" she answer vith one funny sound. I think it yis called vining.
Oh Ram! I fargot yabout Taral. I simply making myself look like phool talking to this nansense garl. I turn back to see vat Taral doing. I thought I goving to see him right behind. But ven I turn, he missing. Vhere he go?
Yimpassible! He talking to that garl! I suddenly feel one feeling I never feel before. My blood heat up, my heart skip on my throat...I valk straight up to her and spine her to face my face. She yand Taral both look yat me shacked. Let them be. Vai I care? How dare she touch touch him yand talk?
"What's your problem young lady?" she yask me.
I smile yat her. I feel like laughing actully. Her accent so funny. Don't know vhere she learn how to speak like that. Then I realise I shouln't smile. I yangry with myself. I turn off my smile and pull her avay fram Taral.
"How dare you touch touch my Taral like that and talk? Your Amma never teach you how to manners? Hah?" I ask her in timidating* vaice.
Her two little bit hair eyebrows (not like my thick and nice nice one) go up and stay there. This girl getting vearder and vearder yar. Hare Ram! I slowly, this time yin Juhi Chawla style look yat him then try to smile styly. He sure veary proud because I vant to protect him so much. But when i turn to look yat him he still staring like moong dhal. I have to talk vith his mother yar. She need to change her style of cooking. Yeffecting his Lord Ram features too much.
Then suddenly. You won't believe yit. My turn to have urad dhal eyes. That girl smiling yand holding his upstairs arm!!! Yand he not doving yenithing! Water start dripping yinto my eyes. I stand there in front of them. I feel like someone holding my heart yand not letting it hit. So many triangle sticks* pincing** my heart.
*woggle- wobble
*timidating- intimidating
*triangle sticks- arrows
**pincing-piercing
"You step my toes yar!" she answer vith one funny sound. I think it yis called vining.
Oh Ram! I fargot yabout Taral. I simply making myself look like phool talking to this nansense garl. I turn back to see vat Taral doing. I thought I goving to see him right behind. But ven I turn, he missing. Vhere he go?
Yimpassible! He talking to that garl! I suddenly feel one feeling I never feel before. My blood heat up, my heart skip on my throat...I valk straight up to her and spine her to face my face. She yand Taral both look yat me shacked. Let them be. Vai I care? How dare she touch touch him yand talk?
"What's your problem young lady?" she yask me.
I smile yat her. I feel like laughing actully. Her accent so funny. Don't know vhere she learn how to speak like that. Then I realise I shouln't smile. I yangry with myself. I turn off my smile and pull her avay fram Taral.
"How dare you touch touch my Taral like that and talk? Your Amma never teach you how to manners? Hah?" I ask her in timidating* vaice.
Her two little bit hair eyebrows (not like my thick and nice nice one) go up and stay there. This girl getting vearder and vearder yar. Hare Ram! I slowly, this time yin Juhi Chawla style look yat him then try to smile styly. He sure veary proud because I vant to protect him so much. But when i turn to look yat him he still staring like moong dhal. I have to talk vith his mother yar. She need to change her style of cooking. Yeffecting his Lord Ram features too much.
Then suddenly. You won't believe yit. My turn to have urad dhal eyes. That girl smiling yand holding his upstairs arm!!! Yand he not doving yenithing! Water start dripping yinto my eyes. I stand there in front of them. I feel like someone holding my heart yand not letting it hit. So many triangle sticks* pincing** my heart.
*woggle- wobble
*timidating- intimidating
*triangle sticks- arrows
**pincing-piercing
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