Sunday, 5 August 2018

Short Story: Funny concerned conversation

I was so engrossed with work that I even did not notice the time. It was 10.10pm and already I got the last call - the warning call, from my mom for dinner. And without delay, I joined the rest of the members. I had my dinner like every other night. After dinner, as usual I stood at the balcony, gazing at the Universe, sharing my thoughts; completely ignoring the world I was part of.
By 11.05pm I settled down on my bed. I reached out my hand for my cell. I went to the settings-mobile network - data.  I put the data in on mode. I received many notifications and messages. I scrolled through the notifications and then the messages.  There were three messages from him.
'Hello. Where are you? Not a single message from you.'
'Hello. You had your dinner.' I texted him back.
'What is this? I am literally angry on you.'
'Sorry.' I replied.
'Leave this crap. At least just drop about your whereabouts. It feels better. I know I don't have any authority to say, but still... '
'I am really sorry. I was completely lost in my work. Hell loads of work... And what authority are you talking about?' I added.
'Authority to know about you... Anyways, you had your dinner.'
'Yes, I had dinner.  Thank you for your concern. I am really glad that someone cares for me so much.' I replied honestly.
'No formality. We are not going to maintain formality for feelings matter from the core.'
'I am afraid of feelings. These are painful. ' I replied.
'Whose feelings... Yours or mine?' He asked.
'As of now, yours... ' I mocked.
'Make fun. You might be having funny moments.' He added.
'I respect your feelings. I won't make fun of it.'
He did not reply for a moment.
'👍.'
I felt bad then. So I thought of changing the topic.
'How was your day?'
'Good.' I received one word answer.
'Are you still angry?' I asked him.
'No. I am not. I don't get angry at small things. I told you earlier.' He texted soon.
'If I don't talk to you for one-two days, Will that be okay?' I played with his mind.
'It will be a big issue.. Might be.'
'But you only have mentioned it is a small issue. So if I don't talk also you won't say anything.'
'2-3 days is a long time. 2-3 hours is okay.' He added wisely.
'😂😂...'
'😈😈...'
And we giggled.








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