Mind Game

Every night, I wait for him to come online. Sometimes, my wait is shorter while sometimes it is longer than a day. I am restless. And each time my cell beeps, I check if it is his message. Sometimes, my cell disappoints me. But most of the time my cell drops a smile. And I am lucky that Mr. Corporate pings me once he is online.

One night, he started testing my intelligence. And the questions were tricky. I answered, but I am sure I scored below average. Being a Scorpion, I can’t let go things easily. So, after a few days, I decided to play his game with him.

“Suppose I am a book, then which chapter will you prefer to read or will you just keep it aside?” I asked.

“Okay, interesting. I think I would start with your present first, then go to your past and then see, think and read your future.”

“Well said,” I appreciated him.

But another question knocked in my mind. So, I shoot my next question.

“If the future is not written, what will you do?”

“Yes, it may not be written. So, maybe I will ask how you see yourself...” he replied.

I wanted to initiate the conversation further. So, I threw my next ball.

“See, the book is there and either you read or you keep it aside. But you are not allowed to ask questions.”

“Hmm. I got the trick. See, if I want to read your future, then I have to be with you. Simple,” he replied.

“Impressive. You answered it nicely,” I replied.

“Okay. I am great. I am a philosopher. Ha-ha...” he giggled.

“Well, now I give you a chance to write a chapter in that book. What will you write?” I asked.

“Damn. Why will you give me a chance? Have you become nuts? Let me remind you, I am not a writer.”

“Well, you don’t need to be a writer,” I texted.

“I don’t know. I can’t frame anything right now.”

“It seems you will keep the chapter blank.” I played with his mind, leaving him more confused.

“Yes for time being, I will. May be, I will try and write something later.”

I got another point to take the conversation further.

“You may not get the chance to write later...”

“Quite possible,” he replied after a minute.

“The book is not worth reading, it seems...”I texted.

“Did I say that? I feel, maybe you can fill it for me; if I could not...”

I read his message twice and a smile landed on my lips.

“Well the idea is not bad...” I replied.