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" Overactive mind creates overactive thoughts wit loads of ramblings easily managing a mini havoc."
-----------------------------------------------------------His small question brought about her brought another smile on her face when a sudden question flashed in her mind, 'When had she smiled this much in the last month or the past year or the year before?'
"Hello? Are you there?" His question brought her back to present. He was patiently waiting for her but not hearing a single sound, he was scared that she'd left him on hold without informing.
"Yes, my name is Riya. And yours?" She asked curiously."
"I'm Atharva. And another question: What's your age?" His question once again managed to cause a havoc in her mind. What if he was quite older and a pedophile or what if he was younger guy? But still she managed to reply anyway. "I'm 18."
"Wow! Same here." He was really amazed. Though he was an introvert, with her he felt absolutely different and quite excited. Hearing her response, he was rather feeling like jumping on the inside.
"Yeah..." She spoke rather hesitantly not knowing what to say.
" What do you study? Are you in college? " He was full of questions today, it seemed.
" Well, now do you want to know my whole bio-data today at midnight? " Her sarcastic mind made a comeback.
And he spoke in a small voice, "No..."
"Bye, Goodnight." She uttered at last and he asked with tiny hope hidden in his voice, "Talk to you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, talk to you tomorrow."
His wide smile was definitely evident on his face, hurting his dimpled cheeks even when he was dreaming.
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