Rati, September 2001 Samay, January 2008
"I do not want to go out today. I look at the pink paper that I have carefully folded and kept in the upper drawer of my study table. The paper has a poem, I think it is about me. It is about a girl whose smile is out of the world. Is that guy a weirdo? Who writes poems at the age of eleven? Who even writes poems nowadays? But he is cute, and super serious."
"I know she is lying...