BTW Janma mean 'life.
I have a perfect place on my first-storey balcony - to enjoy the rain. I sit there and watch the rain without getting wet. There is this tree that shields me. It also provides shelter to pedestrians.
I was sitting out one afternoon enjoying the rains when down below, under the tree, were this boy and girl. The girl was from my neighbourhood. I have seen her here and about for the past 4-5 years. She is now an engineering student. The boy was one of her classmates.
Now the contrast, this girl was really pretty and had translucent skin. I would stare at her with awe whenever she passed me. Only stare. This boy was a bum-looking slum-dweller. Don't even ask.
They were speaking in English. He asked her about his proposal. That made my ears go up.
She ignored the q. He persisted - asked again. After a pause, she answered..
This janma it may not be possible because she has many responsibilities but she will surely accept his proposal next janma.
Wow. I was bowled. What a nice sweet way to reject someone. I am sure it will sink in later and he may cry and all that. But for the moment he was the king of the world.
This story has an interesting part 2. Maybe sometime...
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