an sms story53

Armaan.she answered at the second ring.right after the fact had registered..his number!
the voice! tobacco-smelling voice, the fragrance trailing around her consciousness.ever.
in the station, on the train, in a shopping mall or multiplex movie theatre, whenever tobacco-
chewing guys jostled by or walked past, Anna was reminded of his Adam's apple, his
small coughs n her fear that he might develop throat-cancer someday.as a result of his
 constant tobacco-chewing. yet when she smelled tobacco from other men, she felt
strangely reassured which softened down her days....she has always defined his voice
as sexy in her mind, and his wide palms. how many times she had looked at them
stealthily..the red band of thread on his strong wrist and the red tikka on auspicious days
or days of exams...and his fair skin which brought to her mind the sands of desert...
to her, Armaan's voice defined sensuality, nestling itself into the soundbox of her brain...
the most recognizable one.

Armaan-'Anna! Armaan bolchhi.'

Anna-'bol. bujhte perechhi'...and her hands shook.she got nervous.like
old days.that blushing silly girl was there with her still.the throat was dry.
and she talked like the mad woman she was.without thinking, just repeating
to herself, 'hide your emotions from him! wipe away all traces of weakness
from your voice...no inkling gets out that he is your ultimate desire.'

Armaan-'can't message you. what's happened to your mobile?'..then, a little
bit apologetically,' i wrote about how you looked..', a mild laugh..the voice
which always broke in small portions, like rhythms in Indian classical music.
she was reminded of the bus-rides home, those rare moments when both of
them sat in silence, savoring each others presence, confident of each others
heart....this person is mine n  i am....energy flowing towards each other's
mind............

Anna-(with a soft laugh)'yes, i read that.'

Armaan-laughed softly and she sensed a bit of embarrassment there.

Armaan-'why can't i get the message through, Anna?'

Anna-(as if in a trance)-virus infection. i got net connection in my mobile.
and it got infected..and how did i surprise you with this number of mine?
like you did?

Armaan-'but what about this one? the messages can't be sent to this one
either. i've been trying...'

he must not know that i've got this VSNL connection for him only....that
messages couldn't be sent then because it was a new connection.though she knew
the incoming messages service was connected just a few minutes back.
she had contacted a friend and told her to try sending messages and it worked.

Anna-'this one also got infected. i used to do so much net from this.
the software got infected and i have to go all the way to Benachity
to get it done.'
         (to be contd.)