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Just Like that

I am prone to being silly at times. Fine. Maybe all the time. For example I keep asking these silly questions to him like what if we hadnt met or what if this or that. He is a sweetheart. He doesnt mind and answers them patiently ( read "Tum pagal ho kya?")

He was in the city yesterday. I have this rumbling in my tummy everytime I am going to meet him or he comes to meet me. I cant stop blushing everytime he looks at me (read " Please aise mat dekho!") lolz.

We traveled in BEST bus. Ate Jain Pizza (I'm half jain remember?). Walked through Colaba causeway, bought clothes for him& me off the streets( my first time), bought two pairs of chappals, went for a stroll at Marine drive hand in hand( giggles...), shared a kalakhatta flavoured gola( ice candy) at Chowpati...sigh! In short it was amazing.

While he was dropping me off home last night in the cab, I popped a silly question as usual. "What if you have the opportunity to go back in time and change anything you like?" He paused...Umm...hmmm and said "I wouldnt want to go back, Nikki. If I changed anything in the past then maybe we would not have been together at all. I dont want to change that !"

Straight and simple. And had he asked me this I would have had a long list. I wanted to change so many things but not anymore. EVerything is good maybe not great always. We dont always and cant meet up whenever we want or things dont shape like we want but it is really ok.

I am glad we dont really have a rewind button. Though at the moment I wouldnt mind a fast-forward button ha!( grins cheekily!)
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