Love can happen for anyone at any time,being a south indian and karnataka to the best of my knowledge I am writing this post which may be liked by both south indian and north indian.

south indian karnataka boy is totally different from south indian Tamil or keralite,This factor most northindians do not know,that is why I brief it here from the start.

This girl is very rich,beautiful,tall and sophisticated and very lively.This boy chance to her who is sitting on a bench looking dull and not so well dressed too.she looks at his feet,very ordinary chappals which can be considered as very ordinary person.

She goes for walk and repeatedly glance at him,and in the third round of her walk,his eyes meets hers and there is instant current flow in her.He dont know how much it electrified her but she lost her balance to walk steadily.

Fourth round now this time she just look at him,there he finds a simple cheerface of hers and she walks towards him. His heart beats fast.

He is shy because what ever for she wants to do,cannot respond effectively,so nervous since he is just 19 years and a teen aged girl of 17 trying to make friends with him.

She asks him,can I sit next to you,it costs him a lot of power to control,yes,please and he makes space for her to sit at least one feet distance from him.

Are you new to delhi she asks, his eyes tells yes.

Are you staying in any place. No tells his eyes.

only his eyes talk,ofcourse he can talk in english but too shy to open his mouth.

can we be friends she asks.

His heart thumps,my god I have a friend in Delhi,so happy his heart feels.

He dont know what to talk,just keeps silent.

You are new to delhi,where do u wish to stay and do.

He looks at her,it is sad,dont know where,how to is his face reaction.

she likes him just for this kind of innocent way of shyness and silent reply.

My dad is very rich,we have got a big house,if you want can stay in our house she tells.

This makes him,so shy,keeps very silent,he is too shy to answer.

Hi,tell me,i am not joking,you really interest me.

she is so well dressed,and has come in a car,not ordinary,choice feel for teen aged boys.

He had kept a big bag,enough to last for months in clothes,i live in south extension part one,it is just few kilo from here,come let us talk in our house,she takes his bag.

Oh,please I will carry,you are too generous.

You can pay if you have money or else I will pay for you she tells.

Now she drives the car,she is so popular,waves of hand he sees,my god what is happening he feels.

Dad,meet my friend he is from karnataka,south indian ofcourse.

No hindi,so he talks how are you sir,i am he looks at her dad.

He has only one daughter and she is everything for him.

Dad,he asked for an accomadation,let us make him to stay with us,he cant pay enough,so please dad understand.

You are welcome,since my daughter has choosen a friend for her,i cant deny he tells.

The servant carries the bag and a plush and airconditioned room which is adjacent to her room.

she tells him,look I find you are too likebale,i have been searching for a friend of your nature,ofcourse I differ but near feel to you.

she brings him tea,and tells I will be back in 30 minutes and make you to join for lunch with my dad and mother.

He finds so strange,i am just 19 and a girl of 17 feeling a like for me,what is in store for me he feels.

30 minutes later,he has freshened and changed for a better shirt and pant,typically south indians wear just simple like they are in karnataka.

The dining table is too massive,his heart feels dull again,my god I am going to sit next to this girl and eat as if part of this home.

For a south indian open way of interacting with new especially northindian in their place is very difficult,he represent south indian behaviour that is shy and timid and silent too,but very simple dressed no matter how it can change others approval but he is as it is no matter what happens.

Life is going to change,each day this girl who thinks to modernise this boy but cannot leave him for her other friends.

Her mother comes and hugs him as if he is her own son,he feels ill at ease,even his own mother would not hug him like this,but here this family is too sophisticated,do how they feel .

Mom you like this boy,mother pinches his cheeks,unspoilt she tells,no girl ever kissed you,she tells and a big fond kiss on his cheek make him get instant tears.

The driver brings fresh fruits bowl and place it on the table withdraws,her father watches the fond hugging and kissing and he approves it too,now he place his hand to hold the boys and tells him,feel free,my daughter never brought any one like this whom she likes.she misses something that is too painfull to reveal,but I will and he tells in one line,a boy was born before her who died when he was just four years.she was very attached to him,and seems you remind for her someone to whom she can be very close.

Now he looks at her,the girl he takes her hand and tell her,i hope you will not feel bad if I talk to you,if I go with you wont feel bored.suddenly he stops continuing .

As the plates are placed,all of them,mother,father and the girl and he fill the table for a nice lunch.

He eats slowly looking and trying to imitate their style,there is less rice and more of rotis,dal plenty and enough curries like in a five star hotel,lavish style they have all the time,the girl serves him since he is too afraid to take more than he is supposed.

Her mother once again stops eating,she has so much tears,she feeds him with her hand.

she cries,as he eats slowly,i am feeling in this boy,the son who died when he was four years.

The girl comforts her mother,she too cant eat anymore,she watches with love for this boy,who too timidly accept the feed by this mother of this girl.

Sea of tranquility now.