Perforation

Perforation. “On the top what do you like”? She asked me. “I don’t know”, I replied. At that time my reply appeared Baked potato and chutney. She grinned. I asked, “To you”? She replied, “um, me, love, Who loves me a great, I like that.” Our eyes met Whether answer was there I don’t know. Later she married with a foreign doctor. I’m still thinking whether she found her loving destination. One day I saw her Alone in the market with a pram. I stepped towards her in traffic jam. Red light didn’t turn into green. I remained awaiting a long perforation.