Sitting next to me in the bus is this young lassie who looks to have just completed her BCA/B.Sc and is in the bag bad Mumbai city.
A guy comes up to her window, she goes “Kem.. kone kidhu ahiya aavanu?” Who asked you to come here.
Thara man e. Your heart did.
Sema javani che? Which one are you going in?
Aaje, Baroda Express. Today
Ane Pachi? And when will you be back?
Budhware e.. Tyar sundhi kone tras aapis? Wednesday, Who will you trouble till then?
Looking playfully the guy reaches out to slap her… Makes contact.. Caresses her cheek,gazes into her eyes with a stern look.. Turns around and walks away.
Reminds me of a line from Shantaram – Any Indian man will tell you that although love might not have invented in India, it was certainly perfected there.