Something Forgotten … a tear dropped from Nisha’s eyes who had waited all day for Ravi to call on her birthday.
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It wasn’t the first time that Ravi had forgotten to wish on her birthday. It had happened before. Many times, in fact. But he would eventually call her after getting to know about it from somewhere. These days there are so many ways one comes to know about these things -Facebook, Whatsapp, or through a reminder on a calendar app. So he would eventually call, however late.
But it had not happened today.
Nisha had been waiting for his call for the entire day. She wasn’t able to focus on her work in office. Nor she enjoyed the lunch which her colleagues had organized for her. Time and again she checked her phone for a missed call, or at least a message. There were many messages and calls. But none from him.
She had stayed back late in the office that night, long after everyone else had left. She had also refused for a dinner outsides, when her friends had called, saying she wasn’t feeling good. By the time she reached her lonely flat, it was already close to ten-thirty. She took out her phone and looked at his last seen status. It showed that he was online a few minutes back. Like it showed throughout the day.
He just don’t care, a voice echoed in her head.
She flung her phone over the bed and went to the bathroom to wash her face. In the mirror, she saw that her red swollen eyes. It appeared as if she was crying. The smeared kajal in her eyes betrayed the sadness that she was feeling today, on her birthday.
She opened the tap and splashed cold water across her face. The icy water touched her warm face like a jolt. Immediately she felt her face tightening as the chilled water squeezed pores on her face. Her nerves calmed a little. She took a deep breath and decided not to waste time on things which didn’t matter, on people who didn’t care for her.
To take her mind off him, she decided to read a few pages from her favorite novel-The Notebook. She loved the story of Noah and Allie. How they were meant to be together, to be each other’s true love. At one time she had thought that their’s was also a true love. She wasn’t sure anymore.
Whenever she read a romantic novel, she would always picture him and herself as the pair in story. It always made her feel good.
The book took her mind off from the melancholy thoughts that had filled her head during the day. She had a vivid imagination and soon she was completely lost in the novel. Her mind painted an idyllic picture of the post world war era. A romantic picture.
Books had a way of talking to her, to transport her into a different world, to show her places she never went, to introduce her to cultures she never experienced. This is what she loved about books. Books helped her in escaping to a dream-world where she was free from her worries.
She was in a different world now.
Suddenly a loud sound filled the room and shook her out of her reverie. It was her phone buzzing with a notification of Whatsapp. For a second she thought about ignoring it, to continue with her thoughts. But then a stray thought entered her mind. That it might be a message from him.
And then she felt all the day’s thoughts -the waiting, the frustration -coming back to her. Cursing herself for not putting the phone on silent she leaped towards the other side of her bed and picked up the phone. It was a whatsapp message. She pulled down the notification drawer and found a message. It was a message from him.
All the resentment she had for him, vanished in a second. He might have been busy, she told herself. She remembered how the month ends were crazy for him in the office. He must be neck deep in work with multiple calls and never-ending meetings. And now the moment he got free, he had sent a message to wish her. Maybe he will call once she replies to him. Her mind raced from one possibility to another.
She felt a nervous excitement as she looked at the screen. She felt her heart beating harder inside her chest. There was a ticklish feeling all over her body. She forgot the entire day of waiting and ruminating. She was feeling happy. Her lips arched into a smile, she clicked on the notification to read the message.
It was a short message. A one liner. That was so cruel that it took away the momentary happiness that she had felt, took away that innocent smile that had appeared only a few moments before, and completely broke her heart.
It said –Nisha, we need to talk.
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