Aira: Why You're Silent?
I'm Getting Bored.
Airis: What You Want To Listen?
Aira: Anything That You Wish To Tell Me.
A Story, Poetry Or Anything...
But At Least Say Something.
Airis: I Don't Know What To Say.
Aira: Then At Least Say Few Words In My Praise.
Airis: The silk stocking eyes
And the stunning charm on your face
Do you know?
Even the Moon is envy of you.
Aira: Hey...
That's Poetic.
I Can't Believe It.
It Must Be A Lie.
I'm Not That Beautiful.
Airis: You Don't Know Your Worth.
Aira: Maybe.
Airis: I Don't Know What To Say.
Aira: Then At Least Say Few Words In My Praise.
Airis: The silk stocking eyes
And the stunning charm on your face
Do you know?
Even the Moon is envy of you.
Aira: Hey...
That's Poetic.
I Can't Believe It.
It Must Be A Lie.
I'm Not That Beautiful.
Airis: You Don't Know Your Worth.
Aira: Maybe.
You're Right.
Airis: Now What You Want To Listen?
A Story, Poetry Or Your Praise.
Aira: How You Create These Magical Words Out Of No Where That l
Looks Like A Poetic Story.
Airis: Wow!!!
You Coined A New Term 'Poetic Story'.
Aira: But That's Not Standard.
Airis: So Make It.
Airis: Wow!!!
You Coined A New Term 'Poetic Story'.
Aira: But That's Not Standard.
Airis: So Make It.
Aira: Actually.
I Want To Write Something For You.
But I Neither Know Poetry Nor Prose.
Airis: Exactly...
I Want To Write Something For You.
But I Neither Know Poetry Nor Prose.
Airis: Exactly...
The Case With Me.
Aira: It Can't Be The Truth...
Aira: It Can't Be The Truth...
...Your Words Are So Perfect
It's Impossible To Find A Mistake...
To Find A Mistake In Your Work Is Like Finding Mistake In The Creation Of God.
Airis: Exactly...
The Case With You.
Aira: I Don't Know What To Say The Next.
Airis: I Too Have No Clue What To Say The Next.
Aira: I Think Your Silence Makes Your Words Perfect.
Airis: Maybe.
Aira: Any Last Words For Me.
Airis: You Don't Need To Be A Poet To Write Poetry.
You Don't Need To Be A Writer To Start Writing.
You Don't Need To Be Anything To Be Yourself.
Just Be As You're.
Don't Think What Others Will Think.
Just Do It.
You Will Love It.
Aira: I Don't Know What To Say The Next.
Airis: I Too Have No Clue What To Say The Next.
Aira: I Think Your Silence Makes Your Words Perfect.
Airis: Maybe.
Aira: Any Last Words For Me.
Airis: You Don't Need To Be A Poet To Write Poetry.
You Don't Need To Be A Writer To Start Writing.
You Don't Need To Be Anything To Be Yourself.
Just Be As You're.
Don't Think What Others Will Think.
Just Do It.
You Will Love It.
Aira: Heyyy...
That's Unbelievable.
How You Know I Want To Be A Writer?
I Never Told Anyone.
Airis: So, When You're Going To Write Your First Line.
Aira: Right Now Here At This Moment.
What You Think?
Airis: You're Faster Than Imagination.
Aira: Just One More Question.
What It Was All?
Airis: 'Something'.
Because You Were Getting Bored.