The story of ‘You & I’
Shifting between the study table and bed, the hands move an inch each time, the ticktock seems unbearable. I pick up the phone to dial and reach outward in hope, but I hear beep, beep, beep. It’s all disconnected.
The kettle boils for long, the whistle is too loud. Shocks every living cell. And then I fall into slumber as the shock settles down.
Same is the routine every night.
And deep inside is a reflection of this chaos.
As the pages turn, the dates change, I can see the transition in my watch. Every night misery ceases to be a mystery I would like to solve.
With time, the line breaks into a curve. Acceptance takes over. I begin to enjoy the solitude and then the unthinkable happens…
The “disconnected” phone rings…
I pick up the phone, cut the call and cause my favorite sound to resound in the caller’s ear… Beep, beep, beep!
I don’t need you anymore.
The joy spread to every contracted muscle, happy hormones making me cry. Not much has changed yet so much with time.