November 7. “Button, name five things you love.”
“Dark Lindt chocolates, bhel, fish…”
“Dark Lindt chocolates, bhel, fish…”
“What exactly are you doing with your fingers?”
“Even I don’t seem to understand what’s happening.”
“Really? But why? How will fishermen survive?”
Have been feeling feverish since the morning. I only hope I don’t get the flu.”
“Juggling! Whatever for?”
“You told me earlier that you had no friends!”
“What, Button?”