It was Valentine’s Day; I was expecting her call as every year. I was working on my new assignment when suddenly the phone rang. A wide smile ran down my face as I noticed that it was her. I was busy, had to complete my work but I couldn’t afford to miss this call, not for anything in this world. “Hello!” she said. Her voice was the sweetest thing in this world; I could listen to it all my life. “Ya, hi.” Even though my heart was jumping with joy but as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, no words came out. I spoke the lamest two words possible. “How are you”, she asked. I wish I could tell her that I missed her, I wished to meet her, “I’m good, have been really busy with the new assignments. The company has been putting a lot of responsibilities on my shoulder off lately but coping with it somehow.” I had to talk about work, to divert myself. I didn’t want to sound depressed. “That’s good. With great responsibility comes great power and money too!” I smiled; her sense of humor always amused me. “How’s it going at your end?” I asked. “Good too, not fortunate enough to be as busy as you, but scraping through. Have to strive a lot to reach your level.” I blushed. She always said that, somewhere down the line she thought of me as an inspiration. That was weird for me to understand but I let that pass every time. There was an awkward silence. Probably we both were trying to figure out what we should say next. I heard her gasp. “What happened?” I asked. “Nothing.” She said, taking a deep breath she continued, “How’s she doing?” “She’s good. Oh a moment of nostalgia! You remember how we celebrated Valentine’s three years back?” quickly changing the topic. “Yes, I remember. I miss you.” As well as she knew me. She realized that I was changing the topic and said the three words. No matter which tone spoken in makes one emotional. In this case, brought tears. “ I miss you too.” I had to admit that I missed her day in, day out. I thought about her all the time and prayed for her well being despite being an atheist. “What do you really like in her?” she had to ask this. I was very much in love with Naina and had to move out. I really didn’t have an elaborate answer. “I love her beta.” I just realized that I had made the biggest mistake. “You...” she gasped again. “You are not supposed to call me beta.” Trying to stop her tears, “You lost the rights the day you left mom and went away. The sad part is that I still love you. I shouldn’t, but I do. You are my father after all.” I was crying. I had lost all control over my tear glands and was crying like a baby when I heard the sound of the phone hanging up. It is unimaginable how powerful a phone call can be, in this case, devastatingly powerful.
Monday, 17 October 2016
The Phone Call
It was Valentine’s Day; I was expecting her call as every year. I was working on my new assignment when suddenly the phone rang. A wide smile ran down my face as I noticed that it was her. I was busy, had to complete my work but I couldn’t afford to miss this call, not for anything in this world. “Hello!” she said. Her voice was the sweetest thing in this world; I could listen to it all my life. “Ya, hi.” Even though my heart was jumping with joy but as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, no words came out. I spoke the lamest two words possible. “How are you”, she asked. I wish I could tell her that I missed her, I wished to meet her, “I’m good, have been really busy with the new assignments. The company has been putting a lot of responsibilities on my shoulder off lately but coping with it somehow.” I had to talk about work, to divert myself. I didn’t want to sound depressed. “That’s good. With great responsibility comes great power and money too!” I smiled; her sense of humor always amused me. “How’s it going at your end?” I asked. “Good too, not fortunate enough to be as busy as you, but scraping through. Have to strive a lot to reach your level.” I blushed. She always said that, somewhere down the line she thought of me as an inspiration. That was weird for me to understand but I let that pass every time. There was an awkward silence. Probably we both were trying to figure out what we should say next. I heard her gasp. “What happened?” I asked. “Nothing.” She said, taking a deep breath she continued, “How’s she doing?” “She’s good. Oh a moment of nostalgia! You remember how we celebrated Valentine’s three years back?” quickly changing the topic. “Yes, I remember. I miss you.” As well as she knew me. She realized that I was changing the topic and said the three words. No matter which tone spoken in makes one emotional. In this case, brought tears. “ I miss you too.” I had to admit that I missed her day in, day out. I thought about her all the time and prayed for her well being despite being an atheist. “What do you really like in her?” she had to ask this. I was very much in love with Naina and had to move out. I really didn’t have an elaborate answer. “I love her beta.” I just realized that I had made the biggest mistake. “You...” she gasped again. “You are not supposed to call me beta.” Trying to stop her tears, “You lost the rights the day you left mom and went away. The sad part is that I still love you. I shouldn’t, but I do. You are my father after all.” I was crying. I had lost all control over my tear glands and was crying like a baby when I heard the sound of the phone hanging up. It is unimaginable how powerful a phone call can be, in this case, devastatingly powerful.
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