THEN:
“Surya calling”, it read. I slowly walked away from my friends to attend the call.
“Hi”, he said. He was probably smiling then.
“Hi”, I replied.
“How’s you?”,he asked.
“I’m good and how about you?”
“Well, you should know it better than me”.
“How is that?”
“Because my heart is with you”.
I was amazed by his expressive language. “I think your heart is very fine”, I said and moved along the corridors of my college.
There was a very lovely melody that was being played in the background. Everything seemed to sink in with the moment. The song, though was one of my favorites, I had never felt that it had a deeper meaning. The music seemed to be played for us.
He was listening to the song as well, as I had noticed that he had been keeping quiet since the song started playing. May be, he had the same thoughts as me.
“That song is for you”, he broke the silence.
I blushed. “Are you blushing?” he asked.
“No, I’m not”.
He teased me and I loved it. He started singing along with the song and I listened to him with eyes closed.
They say, the most beautiful things in life are not seen, but felt.
NOW:
I pick up the phone, search for him in the contacts, stare at his name, and then keep it aside. I toss myself on the bed, I sit up, and I walk around in my room. I take a knife, look carefully at the sharp edges, and keep it away. I take my phone again, and press the call button this time.
“You are getting a busy tone on this number”, a heartless woman says.
Soon, I get a call from him. I wait for four more rings before I pick up.
“Hi”, I hear the loveliest voice I’ve ever heard.
“Hi, how’s you?”
“I’m okay, I’m doing well”.
“Hmmm”.
Meanwhile, the same melody gets played in the TV. I know he is listening to it. I think of those days when that song meant so much to me. Those days when he used to make me feel good and happy with every good word.
What would he be thinking of right now? Would he be missing those days as well? He is no more expressive. I struggle to read his mind which was mine. He has snatched away his heart from me. He has torn my heart which was clinging into his.
“Surya calling”, it read. I slowly walked away from my friends to attend the call.
“Hi”, he said. He was probably smiling then.
“Hi”, I replied.
“How’s you?”,he asked.
“I’m good and how about you?”
“Well, you should know it better than me”.
“How is that?”
“Because my heart is with you”.
I was amazed by his expressive language. “I think your heart is very fine”, I said and moved along the corridors of my college.
There was a very lovely melody that was being played in the background. Everything seemed to sink in with the moment. The song, though was one of my favorites, I had never felt that it had a deeper meaning. The music seemed to be played for us.
He was listening to the song as well, as I had noticed that he had been keeping quiet since the song started playing. May be, he had the same thoughts as me.
“That song is for you”, he broke the silence.
I blushed. “Are you blushing?” he asked.
“No, I’m not”.
He teased me and I loved it. He started singing along with the song and I listened to him with eyes closed.
They say, the most beautiful things in life are not seen, but felt.
NOW:
I pick up the phone, search for him in the contacts, stare at his name, and then keep it aside. I toss myself on the bed, I sit up, and I walk around in my room. I take a knife, look carefully at the sharp edges, and keep it away. I take my phone again, and press the call button this time.
“You are getting a busy tone on this number”, a heartless woman says.
Soon, I get a call from him. I wait for four more rings before I pick up.
“Hi”, I hear the loveliest voice I’ve ever heard.
“Hi, how’s you?”
“I’m okay, I’m doing well”.
“Hmmm”.
Meanwhile, the same melody gets played in the TV. I know he is listening to it. I think of those days when that song meant so much to me. Those days when he used to make me feel good and happy with every good word.
What would he be thinking of right now? Would he be missing those days as well? He is no more expressive. I struggle to read his mind which was mine. He has snatched away his heart from me. He has torn my heart which was clinging into his.
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