"I feel like having a zinger burger."
"We could go now."
The above dialogue occurred at 3:45 am on an April morning and was the beginning of events which led to what, in the coming years was to be referred to as the 'historic trip to town.' In retrospect, I also consider it as the time when things began to change between us.
When one likes another and another is aware of it, the pretense involved between them is of a most fascinating sort. Another is aware that one likes another but chooses to keep mum about it. Neither make any mention of it whatsoever. It is one of those things which everyone knows but has a sacred tacit status accorded to it when the two relevant parties are present together. One will mope and sigh about it in front of others yet act as if he was guarding the secret with his life in front of another. Many an hours are spent by one going over whether another is aware of his affections, analysing inane conversations several times over. Another, meanwhile acts quietly unaware of the whole thing in front of one, at times not being able to resist asking seemingly innocent questions probing at the heart of the matter, yet always unsure of how much she wants to 'finds' out.
Therefore, nighttime conversations became the norm without registering too much surprise on either side.
"You know, I like talking to you. We should work out a deal that we talk all night till you get married."
"Looks like you want to seriously injure my health."
"Insomnia is healthy. Look at me. How is your boyfriend incidentally?"
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