I cleaned the window that had grown misty in the chilled weather by my palm. It was cold and the heater was switched on in the car. I was driving to Delhi , got an event to attend. The driver was doing his job to T that relaxed me .
My mind clustered with thoughts as I was too busy in my career that left me a little time for the people to whom I loved.
I moved my eyes to the spectacle beside the running car. Green fields stretched far to where my eyes could go, mighty trees on the edge , I just loved the winters. The cloudy weather gave a blend of spontaneity that made me roll down the window in spite of such cold weather. Smile spread and I asked the driver to switch on the music player. As air rushed over my face , my thoughts took a turn and strike a memory of a friend.
We were all- weather friends and his presence meant a great thing to my heart. The strings of friendship have rusted over time and I feel an urge to talk to him . It has been a long time and my mind could make out to three years. I did’nt know life was going to turn up like this .
Then a thought came to call him .But what if he fail to recognize me or he is too busy with his life. I shook my head and leaned my head on the side of the window .but I was disturbed and I was going to ponder over this again and again.
Seeking the facebook account to get a clue of his contact , I got the number. Looking at the screen of my mobile , I pressed the button of calling in a second before my mind restrained not to do it.
The call went but it was busy. I cursed myself for being so stupid. I knew he would have become busy.
To blur my disappointment I closed my eyes and thought to catch some z . It was not until when my mobile rang when the car came to a sudden halt. It was “that” number only and I hurriedly received it. A voice said “ hello” on the other side and surprise took my as it contained its charm till this day.
I replied with a “hi” when he said “ who is this?”
In the hope he could recognize me but it vanished till my ears perceived the question posed . With a heavy heart I stammered , “ Can I talk to Radhika?” for this was the name I coined to get the conversation end.
“ wrong number” came the reply and it went dead. I felt as if someone had punched on my heart and it was aching very much. The prime reason could be that I didn’t want that relation to have a silent death. A fight would be better , it might have given chances to open up a conversation . I promised him that I would keep in touch with him. He kept his promise but it was I who failed miserably . May be this is the punishment I get to let go a beautiful relation for my a little negligence.