I have heard many
saying waiting is a bliss
I don't validate such things
Until once I listened to it,
From my very close one.
Waiting;
everyday his call did not mean much to her;
which gradually reduced to,
a call: a week.
That too on Saturday;
Saturday : Eve
The time was meant for him
(as a keen observer I would watch every move of her)
Sometimes going crazy,
she would start her dinner preparation
very earlier: you may laugh.
Sometimes she started it by six and a half,
His call,
The tone she has is same for everyone:
but his call gives a raffle to her heart
and she somehow finds the difference
Days passed
It was another Monday; And guess what
She was waiting for Saturday.
But to her disappointment,
There was no call from him
She went deep down: as though her energy exhausted
in a second.
But there was a surprise staying for the next day
and his call reached her,
which went on for hours as usual
and ended with smiles and laughter.
Days continued ,
with good morning and good night messages.
It was another Monday.
As usual she was waiting for her Sunday,
as it is now a revised schedule.
This time, again a deep Surprise shattered her
but not a happy one.
Saturdays passed
leaving Sunday ; which soon passed,
leaving shock behind,
not keeping the phone down
unlocking her phone every second,
in anxiety whether she has missed any of his calls
going through the settings,
checking the sound system,
checking her internet connection,
and his status ,
whether she has missed anyone.
Somehow trying to guess his mindset
But all her efforts in vain;
Adding to the blue,
another week ended without the expected call.
And now, two days ahead
but she was still waiting,
with all her guesses.
that he might be busy with his works
or locked up with any other responsibilities
consoling her deep hurted poor heart
which was yelling inside and silent outside.
-JEnSi hElAn
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