Wednesday, January 12, 2011

I Love you

He was coming. They were meeting after two weeks. She was very excited. She was new to the city. She lived alone. He lived with his parents. They couldn't meet often. She took out the new soap bar, which boasted of rose fragrance. She wanted to look her best.

She came out of her bath, took out her white t-shirt which she had bought from Westside the other day. She liked the quirky lines on plain T-shirts. She was comfortable in them. She wore it with her blue jeans.

He came while she was still combing her hair. She let him in. He came and stood besides her. They smiled at each other. “How do you like my new t-shirt?” asked she. “You know I am not a big fan of your Westside collection. Isn't this a little ill fitting?” said he. “I like to breathe in my clothes you know,” said she and smiled at him. He came closer and put his hands around her waist. “Well we surely don't want to stop your oxygen supply. However, why is there a need to wear your gym clothes all the time I can't understand. Why don't you wear those nice pretty tops like other girls. You know you will look more hot than many” said he, trying to kiss her.

“Because they are a pain to wear. I don't like them. I don't wear them,” said she, and turned towards him slowly. He kissed her cheeks and said with clouded eyes, “You need to sacrifice some to get some. You are such a doll. But you throw it all away by wearing such plain clothes. Why don't you stop being lousy and make an little effort to dress up? There will be mass murder at hand, trust me.”

“Look don't you love me the way I am? Why do you want to change me?” asked she a little hurt and irritated. He snuggled her more in his arms and said “Where did the question of changing you come from? I was merely suggesting how you could make your adorable self little more so. What is wrong in looking good”?

“Nothing. Nothing, whatsoever. But I place comfort before my looks. All right?” said she putting her hands between them and pushing him away a little. The manner suggested that the topic was now over.

He looked at her and smiled, “Yes mam”. He then moved closer again and said, “You know I love you the way you are. You are perfect”.