..when love mis-called !

Kavya quickly goes through her phonebook, calls up Nisha and waits until she hears the other line pick up. “Nisha, I don’t know what to do, I really don’t. I love him so much and I don’t think he thinks of me that way. I mean, whenever I see him or think of him, I can’t help it; this smile comes across my face. Sometimes when he notices me smiling, he smiles back. That’s when my knees turn to jello and I get butterflies...

..and the colors of love fade !!

Love came to me last evening and sat down next to me. We remained in silence for hours. Kavya didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything either. Then, when the sun was about to set, and knowing in advance what she was going to ask me I said: - So, what are you doing here? I thought I told you not to come here anymore. She said: - I miss you. I miss you deeply! You used to care about me. I’m hungry. You haven’t cared...