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“Hello” He whispered.

She was not in condition to speak out any word, she not wants to disturb him at this time. every-time she oaths to not call him for any reason, not to make him worry for any condition, and she busted it every-time.

“Hello” He whispered again.

“Hello” She eventually replied

“Navya” “are you”, “why are you calling me so late?” he sounded worried as she had never before called at such an odd hour.

“What could she tell him, if she didn’t know herself why she was calling. It just hit her that she needed to hear his voice. There were some days, some moments, some very precious moments, when she missed him more than on others. When she needed him more. The days when she cried more. The day when she wants to be in his laps, the day when she need him more than any other day. Today was one of them. Being so far from each other in each sense had made things so much complicated. But could she tell him that? Would he understand? Did he feel the same? Or did he get over that?”

“Navya”, “what happened, why are you crying? Is everything okay?”

No, nothing was okay at her end, she is feeling him, deeply in any nook of her heart, she wants to say, “just I need you for this very moment”, merely love is like a wind, you can't see it but you can feel it deeply, its like a moment once it's gone you can't get it back, she thought to herself but whispered into the phone that she was fine and just needed to hear his voice.

He smiled. At least she felt he did. Even after all those long years she still could sense things about him, could feel him, after such a long, they understood, still they need each, this time they need more.

“It is so good to hear your voice Abhi. It sounds so sweet”. In the other corner of the world she smiled back at him, at the corner of other world, he smiled for her.

“Still, Navya, why you called? Anything happened?” he kept asking. She had no idea why she had called him up. Maybe it was just a habit. Whenever she felt down she used to call him.

Three years ago when her sister run from home with some soon-to-be-a model and model-tuned actor, who never had become neither a soon-to-be nor be a Actor. Her sister was 18.
 

Two years ago when her mom got into hospital and had to undergo a surgery. One year ago when her dad died, six month ago when things had gone terribly wrong and she didn't know how to deal with them.

Each time when she was drowning in the ocean of troubles the final and only redemptive resolution was to call him. And he always had been there for her. Shedding her tears, giving support, handling her with utmost care. Nothing had changed and yet everything did. She couldn’t explain it this time. She just felt this urge to call him tonight.

“You know, I dreamt about you last night”, she said.

“It sounds funny, and that you called tonight, I have been thinking about you all day long”, he replied.

In two different parts of the world two souls were connected through more than just a phone but an invisible line that was so easy to be broken but yet it seemed impossible for the both of them. They both listened to the silence for a while wondering about what the other might be thinking right now. Both seemed to enjoy this peaceful precious moment they’ve got. One of the moments you never want to end.

He interrupted the blissful silence.

“My girl is in the next room, Sometimes I wish she was you” he said

“Does she know you still talk to me?” She asked.

“She wouldn't like it” does he have any idea?”

“Not sure if I should tell him”

And again the silence settled. But this one was different. Silence of regrets and unexpressed emotions.

“I guess we never really moved on”, he said.

“I guess we did not” she replied.

They were apart and yet they were together. Worlds apart with one thin line which connected them. The thin line of a short life span when they were happy together. Then they had made a decision. A wrong one. One wrong decision which will haunt them till the end of their lives. They know it. And they live with it. And she will keep calling him because those two minutes talks once in a while is the only thing they have left. And he is talking with her, with same love, with same expression and probably with her same queen, he know the one natural fact “Women needs man more than Man needs woman”. They talked, Once in a while, and for a couple of minutes.

Love and Life - “Its like an endless book that we've, for every page we turn something, that's a new, unfortunately you can't tell whats happening next, there are not glossary to turn, no index to look through and no summary of what happens in the end.” “It's like a mystery, like a magic, and you just have to turn and learn one page at a time."

Regards

Dhitendra

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