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Meeting a boy


 

I ask mom can I go out with him, she says no in blocks caps and everything to make it loud enough
So that I don't try to convince her
I ask mom if I can go out with her
As first like always she says no, but after 2 or 3 attempts 
She is fine with the plan 
I wonder what is the difference

May be she thinks 
The she I would be hanging out with
Won't hug me
Or kiss me
Or put her arms around my waist 
Or on the shoulders
Or come close enough to increase my heart beat
Or hold my hands and walk around
Or bring me flowers and chocolates and gifts
Or take me on a dinner date 
Or for lunch
Or for a date just with a cup of tea and lots of eye to eye talking and so much of silence 
But we will be together all this while

But aren't there chance of me falling for a girl

But aren't there chance of the boy not liking me and just coming to say hi and a bye 
And everything in between it will be about the job and family we both are living with in those four walls with a door and a window but no space for the air to reach our lungs
But aren't there chance that I might even escape with the girl  to far away land 
And we both will build houses where a yes and a no frame against each other and breathe in the oxygen in our four walls
She would be my neighbour so we can sneak every next second into eachothers halls if needed 
But still she just says no for the word boy

Does she know I have said I love you to three 2 girls a thousand times in my head and a few in the messages that we exchange
Does she know I have built a house in future with a boy whom I don't know enough to let them meet
Does she know every night I visit him just to say good night
Does she know every night I tell the girls I miss them 
Does she know even when I smile with her for arrange marriages I still adore love marriage
For the temporary moments that they bring in our lives 
To live the permanent hide and seek of blue days of the future 

But still she says no for meeting a boy

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