an sms story54

all the time her sub-conscious put up a block.don't enjoy this...this is
forbidden fruit. you can't relish, it is transient...and ...days went by. she
read Mishi. slept with 'twilight' by her side. and he didn't call again.one
week, two week. her fingers, deprived of  its action, her eyes, without
the favourite task of going up n down each message...

she boards the train, works like a robot under her boss, answers queries even from
casual acquaintances,'won't you marry?, 'don't you have a boyfriend?','WHY?' the
more sophisticated ones guessing about her salacious private life, free n interesting -
getting jealous. staring at her n thinking, 'frigid?' 'lesbian?' she was an enigma to others.
to herself, a knot hanging on a simple turn of thread, you pull, and it comes unbound.
and the pull never came.

NO MESSAGE. she was becoming a classical case of withdrawal symptom.
the idea forming  in her mind... to join Orkut. to have some link
somehow. to let him see her profile.but Anna's computer was having problems,
hardware as well as the net connection.VSNL can go more slow-paced
than a snail when it chose in matter of pending complaints and it chose often.
her net came via land-telephone.and Anna never felt comfortable in the dark
cubicles of cyber-cafe where you can breathe down another's neck and vice-versa.

her days were now spent in a new sort of repentance, 'why didn't i tell
(read couldn't) him of the Airtel fiasco?' 'why that stupid virus thing that
came first into my mind?' all said and done, why didn't she remember of
telling him that the VSNL problem (if there was any-sticking to the story still)
was already sorted out, before he called? after one week...'why didn't i message
afterwards that there were no more problems with message-sending?'

he must have felt insulted. was hurt. thought Anna was deliberately avoiding
him. it was her smooth way of telling him off for calling. he stopped Anna
mid-sentence as she chattered away nonsensically and said 'bye, rakhchhi!'
as she pondered over his messages n 'her' Armaan,  life finally taught Anna
the courage to be vulnerable. in love....
                                                   (to be contd.)