Mother: Haan, what happened?
Daughter: Err…I just called
Mother: What happened?
Daughter: Well, I was remembering how you came to meet me in Manchester.
Mother: Hang on a moment ..the garbage lady has come…I need to go give the garbage..hold on..
Daughter: Yes yes, holding on
(After a minute)
Mother: Haan..tell me now..
Daughter: I remember thinking how brown you seemed amongst all the goras. I made you walk in the rain and you yelled at me for making you do that. I remember sitting with you in the garden and taking a photo of you …you were giving that fake smile and I made you laugh and you looked so nice..
Mother: Yes, it was a wonderful time.
Daughter: I just called to say I love you
Mother: (The awwww in her voice) Have you reached office yet?
Daughter: No no I am on my way..at VT actually..
Mother: Okies..kanna..Take care…
Daughter: Yes Mom..Byee..