There may be times when you let yourself to be swept by bleak thoughts. Isolation creeps into your space and you may find yourself at the cusp of a break down. You are not a person who lives on the edge and therefore even minor failures affect you a lot. Your eyelids sag with the weight of tears, they blur your vision. Your hand involuntarily moves towards the computer table in the hope of touching that metallic asylum-the cell phone. You click some keys in random and wait for the response from the other side. But the sweet feminine voice reminds you that you are running out of balance. Damn it! You roar. Suddenly your phone demands your attention. You shudder a little and check the number on the illuminated screen. Surprised to see an unknown number, you, for the moment, flout your usual custom of ignoring anonymous calls and press the green button, for you are so worn out by desolation that you do not mind in talking to a stranger now. “An offer exclusive....” Your nose glows red. You are absolutely not in a mood to receive pesky calls. You throw away the wretched little thing which has been your companion for the past three years and for the attainment of which you conducted a hunger strike for a whole day. Now it seems to you that it is your enemy number one. You break into tears. The whole world is celebrating your agony. Again your enemy cries seeking your attention. You ignore it. But you can’t resist the temptation that the melodious ringtone casts on you and its blue screen starts wooing you; you pick it before it goes dead. A familiar voice pours into your ears. You try your best not to let the other one sniff out your inhibition. But the other person, obviously shrewder than you yourself, picks the change in your tone. The caller shoots you with questions and while you desperately attempt to delude the other one by replying the most plausible answers, you forget the real root of your desperation. And by the time you wind up your conversation and press the red button, your hands will have wiped out the last tears and you feel embarrassed about your leaking nose. A smile pops up on your face and you are ready for the rest of the day. The caller may have sandwiched you with reminders of yet-to-finish assignments or with the worries of upcoming internal exams but they do not matter you anymore. Why? If you ask me I would say, “It’s always a pleasure to know that there is a pair of ears waiting to receive your words at the other end of their journey.” (dvy, 20 May 21, 2011)
PLEASE, I DON’T LOVE MELODRAMA
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