I don’t answer my phone. There are few people with whom I go for a spontaneous phone conversations. I consider myself rude – and frankly, rather shy – for not picking up the phone when they call.
This time, when I was trying my granny’s old (very old and quite pretty) lehenga-choli, I received a call. The call was rather from a special person..special to me. Though I didn’t want to receive, I had to. You must be thinking why I didn’t ignore it! Because the call was on granny’s landline and yes Einstein..we can’t put it on silent mode!
You know, few words can really act like emotional trigger. And a personal close voice is one of these triggers. This time round I was hearing this voice. The right words to describe my life. My love. And I felt how much I needed to listen to them more than ever. Suddenly I was a phone-person 😛 <3
BUT the talks were more on emotional side, SO my mind didn’t stop to jump onto my naughty side. Considering I am egoistic, I wanted to break the phone to maintain my image of – ‘I am not a phone person’. Suddenly while doing so, I realized how important that conversation was to me all because I was hearing it patiently. Because I was yearning for more. Because I was waiting it to happen. Because I was wanting this person to be there, close to me.
(to be continued…)
