I switched off the lights and waited…
But rotten news spreads fast, and by now even sleep had come to know that I am needy and clingy and desperate at the moment, so he refused to court me that night…
The very night I needed him the most…
So I just lay my throbbing head on the pillow and concentrated on the opaque darkness… A darkness that seemed to envelop everything in a black shroud of mystery, and yet if you looked on it for long, shed all its mysteries in one go…
I traced the little glass blob who had the power to dispel the opacity in one flash, and yet who needed my finger to give it life…
The swirling fan that seemed to disperse the cool wind everywhere except my feverish body…
The little noises that start off as a gentle murmur in the night, and grow on to become clamorous nuisances as the night grows on…
And I waited…
My phone vibrated and vibrated again and then went silent. So did my breath…
Suddenly my lungs started operating in tune with my phone’s vibration… yes, very inconvenient, but then bodies do have that habit…
I did not want to talk that night… what’s the point? It’d only make me cry some more, detest me some more, hate people some more…and I had done enough of that for one day…
But my phone vibrated again… just can’t take the hint easily, can he?
I gritted my night and grabbed my phone and switched it off. But me being human, can’t stand the fact that even in my deepest slumber, I should not remain unreachable to someone…
