A Conversation

"I don't chat with everyone," she texted me for the fourth time in last three months.
I hate this line of hers. It seems she does me a big favor by simply exchanging messages.
Self obsessed, pathetic, snobbish, egocentric, haughty and all other synonyms that exist in the dictionary suits her, I thought to myself.
I don't force her to chat with me. It's up-to her whether she wants to text me or reply back.
"Gosh!  Girls are really difficult creatures to understand," I sighed.
"Hello... Am I talking to myself?" another message flashed interrupting me in my research work.
"Sorry.  I am here," I replied.
"But it seems you have lost somewhere, " she texted instantly.
Girls really have got some power to know things beforehand, even before you comprehend.
Before she can read more of what I am thinking right now, I thought of playing my game.
"What do you think I am a good boy or a bad boy?"
A message flashed. I never thought of getting the reply in a blink.
"What type of question is this?" she asked me.
"A simple question," I replied.
"Everyone has good as well as bad qualities. I accept people as they are..."
"Hmm. Convincing..." I replied with a smiley.
"I don't judge people on others opinion. I see everyone as a unique individual." she added further.
"What have you heard of me from others?" I asked her.
"Why are you hitting me with questions? And you know, your questions confuse me. Moreover, have I asked you any question?"
"Co'mon, it's not confusing. And you can ask me anything. I am open..." I texted back.
"Okay, whenever I want to read your chapter I will open..."
Good way to put it, I smiled.
I want to initiate the conversation further so I texted her again.
"How will you open my chapter?"
"Well, you will be at the other end. I will flip the pages of the book and wherever I stop, I will ask you to read..." she added intelligently.
"My pages are empty."
"No, of course not. If it is empty, it will be filled," she replied.
'How?" I asked.
"Well, we can fill it... "
"You don't know me. I may be fucking crazy. Like mad..." I tried to be honest or rather I was reading her, I wasn't sure.
"Yes. Then your chapter will read your craziness. Your madness..." she replied.
"Who wants a crazy person? All people want is 'all good' type," I tried to confuse her.
"I consider myself as the most craziest person. And it's all your perception. Moreover, I don't like ready-made food rather I love to prepare it," she replied with a beautiful illustration.
"I love home-made food," I replied instantly.
"I don't chat with everyone. And you are interesting so I always love to take the conversation further, " she replied.
 Finally she made me fall in love with her line. And I smiled.