Addu.
My telephone rings up every now and then with its trin trin loud noise. I check the number on the caller id and instantly know I'm going to laugh stupidly for the next half an hour. She is like that. She can laugh madly on the stupidest, idiotest, senseleast thing for half an hour (sometimes even more). One day she called and I picked up. For almost one minute neither of us uttered a word thinking that the other one in on hold. And then burst out this laughter bomb and we laughed hard until I had to cut the line.
She belongs to a laughter-obsessed family I wonder sometimes. Almost all the time I am on the phone, I can hear her cracking that loud heart-pouring cute laugh with someone in the background. Either its her big sister, her little sister or even her mum. And listening to her laughing I can't help but laugh stupidly for reasons I will never really understand.
This is perhaps the very reason I like to talk to her a lot. I can call her anytime and have a long chat peppered with never-ending giggles. And I don't even need to care for how lamest thing I am laughing upon and what she'll think of me. This is her. I never needed to worry that she will judge me. She accepts me for how mad I am. How mad we are.
And the best part is that she never even thought how much happiness she spreads in the lives of people around her. She is just too careless to get into all that.
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