Voice messages always spelled trouble, that is what she always thought. The first time she listened to a voice message, she got the news of her pet dying, she was in college back then and it is rumoured that she had thrown her cellphone in the river. For the things which she couldn't foresee and manipulate, she often used to act aggresively. The question was, had she foreseen that I would dump her some day? I was wondering where her cellphone would be. But I didn't know that she had not listened to her voice messages.
She said, "Mom I am getting late," when her mother was driving her to the airport.
"Don't be so restless, we still have time!"
She was restless to meet me. After she had gone and checked-in at the airport she saw she had time to kill. In fact an hour before the flight departs. Soon she remembered a task which she hadn't done and that would kill some time. In her mind, she thought she would listen to my voice messages and then call me up. We could talk for hours, and I can surely keep her company for an hour. But she realised that it wouldn't happen, when she finally heard the messages.
"Listen dear, we have to break....."
The next moment the phone was still safe, surprisingly. But I guess the rage took to her mind, instead of it being vented out on the phone. After she had listened to my messages, she sat still. And there was not even an iota of reaction apparent on her face. Had she taken it well?
Maybe, but I guess she was implementing a plan of sorts. She continued to take the flight. And when she reached here, she shocked me.
"Hi honey, I have reached. Why didn't you come to pick me up?"
"Uh-er, did you get my voice messages?"
"What voice messages, I guess my phone is acting up lately. Listen dear, am coming to your place, I hope you've taken an off today. And yes make some breakfast for me."
"Hey listen, but, ok come down!"
Now how would I tell her I want to break - up! I guess it was important for us to meet to explain why I was doing so. So I went ahead preparing a nice breakfast, probably the last meal we would have together.
Maybe I was going to be right about the last meal part, in one way or another. She went from the airport to her old roomate's house instead.
"Rini, you have arranged the gun for me?"
"Yes, I hope you know what you're doing!"
"I do, dear, don't you worry..."
I put the pasta for boiling while she put the bullets in the revolver, I sauteed the vegetables while she wore the gloves and took a taxi to my house.
Ding - dong.
My my my how am I going to tell her that I want to break-up! I was having these thoughts as I went to open the door, while she was thinking:
"My my my, I hope my aim is right...."
She said, "Mom I am getting late," when her mother was driving her to the airport.
"Don't be so restless, we still have time!"
She was restless to meet me. After she had gone and checked-in at the airport she saw she had time to kill. In fact an hour before the flight departs. Soon she remembered a task which she hadn't done and that would kill some time. In her mind, she thought she would listen to my voice messages and then call me up. We could talk for hours, and I can surely keep her company for an hour. But she realised that it wouldn't happen, when she finally heard the messages.
"Listen dear, we have to break....."
The next moment the phone was still safe, surprisingly. But I guess the rage took to her mind, instead of it being vented out on the phone. After she had listened to my messages, she sat still. And there was not even an iota of reaction apparent on her face. Had she taken it well?
Maybe, but I guess she was implementing a plan of sorts. She continued to take the flight. And when she reached here, she shocked me.
"Hi honey, I have reached. Why didn't you come to pick me up?"
"Uh-er, did you get my voice messages?"
"What voice messages, I guess my phone is acting up lately. Listen dear, am coming to your place, I hope you've taken an off today. And yes make some breakfast for me."
"Hey listen, but, ok come down!"
Now how would I tell her I want to break - up! I guess it was important for us to meet to explain why I was doing so. So I went ahead preparing a nice breakfast, probably the last meal we would have together.
Maybe I was going to be right about the last meal part, in one way or another. She went from the airport to her old roomate's house instead.
"Rini, you have arranged the gun for me?"
"Yes, I hope you know what you're doing!"
"I do, dear, don't you worry..."
I put the pasta for boiling while she put the bullets in the revolver, I sauteed the vegetables while she wore the gloves and took a taxi to my house.
Ding - dong.
My my my how am I going to tell her that I want to break-up! I was having these thoughts as I went to open the door, while she was thinking:
"My my my, I hope my aim is right...."
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