I looked up at him and I realized that there was something wrong. He was red just like my jumper with a picture of Waldo. I asked him the reason and he smiled. I asked him again and this time he waved his hand, gesturing me to wait, trying desperately to set the curve on his face straight. And then he whispered, timidly.
“I love you.”
“What?”
I was grinning madly at him.
“I love you,” he said, a little louder this time, burying his face in the tea cup.
“Aalu?”
“Exactly!”
Aalu means potato in Urdu / Hindi.
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