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| her hand was wrong, she only mentioned my mother. 'She's asleep,' I said. I entwined my fingers with hers. She didn't protest. I turned my face towards hers. She freed her hand and slid a few inches away. 'Hey, you want to do speech rehearsals here? Its a good place to do it,' she said. It is unique, the grace with which girls can deflect situations and topics. 'Not now, I'm tired,' I said. 'Should we go downstairs then?' Riya said, all innocence. I looked into her eyes. She understood that look. We had shared it years ago in college. I leaned forward, my lips an inch from hers. 'No, Madhav, no,' she said and gently placed her hand on my chest. However, she didn't push me away Her fingers were directly over my heart, I leaned back a bit. 'Why not?' I said, 'We agreed to be just friends, No more.' 'Why not?' 'Don't ask the same question twice.' 'I can try twice.' I leaned over again. This time, she pushed me back. 'Don't do this. Please,' Her eyes were wet. I withdrew. 'Can we at lease talk?' I said, Losers get words from girls; winners get kisses, 'We are talking.' 'Are you worried about your dad?' 'Among other things,' 'Which you won't share with me,' 'Madhav, you are a nice guy. An amazing guy, okay?' 'If you say so,' I said, 'But,' 'There's always a รข€œbut"' 'Can we please not do all this other stuff?' 'Not now,' I agreed,'But maybe later?' 'Madhav,' she said, I don't want to get your hopes up. So no "maybe later",' 'Why? Because of what I did in college?' 'Are you crazy? Do you really think I will hold on to something from years ago?' 'So what is it? I'm not good enough for you?' I said. She smiled at me. 'What?' I said. 'I just said you are an amazing guy.' 'Give us a shot, Riya,' I said. 'A shot? Wow. Someone knows English slang.' 'A chance. Whatever. Anyway, let it be. Okay, fine, friends.' I realized I had blown my moment. A failed attempt at kissing has to be aborted, not converted into an argument. We stayed silent for a minute. 'My father is dying,' she said. 'And I don't know what to feel.' 'He is your father.' 'Yes. I hope he makes it.' 'I can't live without you, Riya,' I said, or rather, blurted out, She |
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