Half Girlfriend

‘Want to? This evening?’
‘Work first. You have to watch The Godfather on my laptop.’
‘I did,’ I said.
‘You saw the first part. Now see part two with subtitles.’
I made a face, which didn’t impress her much. She wore a fitted
white T-shirt and black tights. Although fully covered, the snug outfit
highlighted her curves. I couldn’t believe Riya was in my room in
Dumraon.
I wanted to kiss her. I thought about how mind-blowing that
would be after so many years.
‘What are you thinking? Like, now?’ She snapped her fingers.
Her question made me freeze.
‘Huh? Nothing. Lunch. Should we have lunch?’
‘Did you think of that in English or Hindi?’
I tried to remember. Well, I had not thought about lunch at all. I
had thought about kissing her. And you don’t think that in any
particular language.
‘See, Madhav, the so-called fluent English speakers, they think in
English. Not all the time, but a fair amount. Like, when you make a
decision in your head, do you make it in English or Hindi?’
‘Hindi, of course,' I said.
‘That’s the issue here, If you want to speak English well, it has to
start in the head.’
She knocked the side of my head.The contact made me feel a bit
drunk. I guess guys are born with this defect. Once they like a girl,
even an accidental touch can he intoxicating.
‘I’m trying,’I said.
’Good.You have Internet here?’
I shook my head.
‘I wanted to show you some speeches,’ she said.
’There is a cyber cafe nearby,’
’Let’s go, I will get to see Dumraon,’