A Love Confession to Chanda and a Question About Building a Home

Sometimes I call her Noor Khur

Sometimes I call her Hoor Hoor

Would you like something?

Tea, coffee, cold drink?

No. What's yours?

Chanda

Chanda

I'm having a great time with you

Thank you

We have other items on our plate too

Would you like to try anything else?

No, no — I only want Chanda

Will you have anything?

Tea, coffee, cold drink?

Will you have one?

No, no — leave it

Do you smile and chat like this with all customers?

Yes

One time someone said something

Right?

I only smile when I'm with you

I come here only for you

I'm making someone else happy too

I'll wait

Tea, coffee, cold drink?

I don't want anything

Did I do something wrong?

Even today I came here just for you

Tell me one thing

Have you ever thought of running away from here?

Where would you run to, what would you do?

Thinking that, I never even tried

You know

You're special to me

I keep you in my wallet

I always carry your photo around

It will come again; your story isn't over yet.

No, I'm telling the truth.

That's all there is to my story.

No, there's more.

It just hasn't been written yet.

You'll leave me behind and go.

Your money will be wasted.

Don't worry about money.

And think about what I asked you.

Do I matter to you or not?

Will you take anything?

Tea, please.

Tea, piping hot, with ginger and cardamom.

But it must be made by your hands.

In your own kitchen.

Our own home — yours and mine.

Say it: will you build a home with me?

You are special.