She remembers she was having biryani for dinner that night. It was cooked in hyderabadi style - courtesy of a dear friend's mother - was quite spicy for her taste buds. He was quite amused while observing her constantly changing facial expressions with each spoonful of rice. She looked up and saw him looking at her.
"I CAN handle spices.." She said judging by his expressions of what he might be thinking.
"Yup! I am sure.." he said with a broad smile.
"I CAN!" She protested. "The other day I ate A WHOLE GREEN CHILI in that restaurant and I was just fine, you have the video as a proof."
"Of course my dear, I can see that now..." He grinned.
That smile. She noticed his smile then. It wasn't reserved but not too broad either that she could call it a laughter.
He has a sweet smile, but a gorgeous laughter. She doesn't think there are many people who are great with laughter. Since it is an involuntary action for the most part, no one has much control over how one laughs unless he is faking it. Some look good when they laugh while others sound good but seldom both, and he is one of those who got the best of both worlds in this matter.
He doesn't smile all that often but when he does, she almost wants to change it to a laughter, because that is when he is at his best and she wants to see him nothing less than his best.
"Dude, I can prove it to you..." she said picking up a green chili.
"Oh come on, there is no way..." he said almost laughing.
"You"ll see!" She said confidently.
She brought the chili close to her mouth. It smelled so strong that she knew it was going to be brutal to her. She hesitated then, but was getting close to the laughter. She looked at the chili and smiled before taking the whole thing into her mouth. Moments later everything turned out the way she thought it would... He was in splits while she was trying to calm herself down by resorting to water and eating some more rice (biryani though... Which did not help, in any way).
Her face almost turned red, and her tearful eyes were fixed on his face which was bright and cheerful - laughing away. His perfectly aligned teeth showing as his lips parted and curved into a broad grin. He tried to muffle his laughter when he saw her looking at him. But she was glad to know that he failed at that. He said something while laughing which she doesn't remember now because her pain was worsening at the time. She got up and resorted to the fridge to find something sweet.
She came back and started eating it with a spoon.
"Awwww, poor baby," he said. "Is it honey?"
"Its jam!" She declared.
He laughed the hardest then. She thought there was something in her tone - pretentious anger merged with pretentious irritation that made him laugh like that.
At that moment she realized that laughter was important, that he has the most beautiful laugh she had seen on a man and he needs to make good use of it. And she realized there was nothing she wouldn't do to make him laugh.
Very conveniently he added, "Don't challenge to do things that you know you can't."
She didn't answer. She couldn't answer. Because he couldn't see what she saw and she couldn't show him that. She smiled inside.
The little things matter. From every crevice of his face, to every move of his finger to every breath he takes, matters. From a moment of sadness to a second of his joy, matters. From the words he utters, to the sighs he take, matters. Every single thing about him MATTERS. And he doesn't believe that.
Silly Boy!
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