an sms story67

this winter is seeing rains finally. cold drops...thip, thip
thip all night long..the whole courtyard resembling a pool
in the shivering morning. Anna goes to bed and imagines nights..
nights with Armaan. as she has done all these years. as she has
decided to remain his till the end of time..her time.and these rainy-cold
nights fill her with thoughts lovely, of Armaan and his sensual eyes,
the stare..sole key to her solo heart. Anna shivers, enjoys the shivering,
the chattering of teeth as she finishes supper in a perfunctory manner.

in the morning Armaan sends messages.in the afternoon.at night. he chats her

up anytime he pleases as she looks for affection, in vein. she goes through

his messages and her answers.the dilemma, whether she should revert back to 

the mode of self-revelation, albeit in a symbolic way. or to give dry

answers to his friendly-naughty messages. she feels it is not exclusive,
this chat, he probably does it with all of his female acquaintances..its
not 'their' conversation. Anna and Armaan's. it is conversation.just.
commonplace. natural. social communication via technology.
                                                                       (to be contd.)