A story from the fitting room of a shopping center. Excuse my bad language. The original was written in Russian and handed over to Google)
Ram's thoughts "On the button"
Priya ... Priya ... Priya ...
What is this woman doing to me? Her immense handbag is so magical. Who else would think of carrying a sewing kit with her - only her.
So, wait, what am I talking about? .. I don’t know, I forgot. She pressed me ... Something is wrong with me, the room is so small, but I feel as if there is a huge space around, the air has become special. She bites off the thread, good, so fast ... Or not good? .. Stay here with me longer. Lord, what am I carrying!
She always confuses me. Strange woman. Hair, this hair, I cannot leave it alone. How I want to touch. Curls, face, eyes. See and understand her thoughts. Her heart is pounding so hard she must hear it. No, I didn’t hear, she’s so focused. Is it really that little things around me are so important to her? This is some kind of dream. Can I be important to her? .. No, probably the point is in her practicality. I need to save my money. Damn, what money, outside of the good of others, she does not even think about them!
A strange woman, a wonderful woman. I want to stay in this fitting room for a hundred years. And why is Priya sewing so fast?