Anu And Her First Love

ARJUN SMITH

I was sitting here at the dining table after scolding her for no reason in her room. That was her room and I'd already offered her that. But she didn't defend herself for that. I was nervous when I saw the couch was empty and I was searching for her, in the whole room and then I saw her when she ran into the room like somebody was following her and locked the door and started jumping in fear, I thought. When I took some steps forward and realized that wasn't a jump of fear and a dance of fear. She was so excited about something that I can't quite guess, yet.

Then suddenly I felt her dhupata on my face and I was irritated at that moment. I tried to talk calm but my voice came in stern anyway. I told her that my parents were coming in two days and be ready for the media meet. When I tried to open the door I heard her voice come from behind me and I stopped in my place as listen's her. She told me that she placed my coffee on my table. I just nodded and went back to my room.

When I sat on my couch in my room with coffee in my hand that's when I imagined that what if she came to my room and she felt nervous and shy and she placed the cup on the table and ran back to her room and she expressed her excitement in her room and I caught her off guard. That's what'd have happened I imagined. And also I realized that I was over imagining kinds of stuff lately. "This is not good" I muttered to myself.

I was waiting for food to serve and expecting Alice but I was surprised by the image I saw who was standing in front of me. It wasn't Alice but Anushiya. Apart from surprised I was shocked if I'm being honest with myself. She placed the plate in front of me.

"I'm sorry that I didn't get a chance to go outside and buy a banana leaf to serve. And also I don't know where to buy it. So please adjust. I'm sure next time when I serve Indian food I'll serve it on banana leaves." She told me and made a sorry face. Her eyes were focused on the table the task she was doing. She didn't bother to look at my face. I wondered how many days she can live without seeing my face. Did she even see my face before saying no to me? Suddenly my mind crossed full of questions. So I'm going to eat Indian food today.

I saw the notification on my phone the on table in front of me. I took it in my hand, unlocked it with my fingerprint, and started scrolling the messages column and that was Charles. He said that he was on his way.

She put some of the Indian dishes on the plate and waiting for me to taste them. I put my phone aside and scrutinized the plate.

"What is this?" I asked her pointing out the white color cake in a round-shaped.

definition a voice interrupted her. "I'm home my dear sweet

Charles.

"Morning, Mr._"

"Just Charles,"

breakfast." She invited

the table in front of him, a couple of hot boxes dozens of bowls with different colors of sausages, and swallowed a lump in his throat as he took a seat beside me. "Treat, huh?" he grinned at me,

sat on him, she

sambar or any other chutney you prefer," she said gesturing all the different chutney in front of me. There were different colors like green, white, orange. "That's masala dosa, you've to eat with the masala that's inside the dosa or you can have it with sambar or chutney," she said as

paused as if she was checking me

Donut?" I Charles asked pointing

hand closing her mouth so that I can't see her cute smile

He

she stopped

a donut. It was one of the South Indian's foods. And It's also