The Call - A Short Story Comments

8: 00 p.m. ‘Hello! ’. A sulky sultry voice escapes my smart-phone to enter the mirror-maze of my ears. In the midst of ‘Why so sarkari’ evening shift, (without any prior appointment) an unwelcomed female voice pours elixir in the life of govt. employee. The Mughal gardens have send hell-bred music to awaken my tardy spirits.

The dreamy Me, feels the sun has risen amongst the stars. The opaque office walls have blocked the golden gleam of sunlight from entering our tainted minds, but the sweet voice on the other side is unaware of the man-made barriers. Her voice has released me on parole to talk to a stranger and Excel (sheet) in something ‘personal’. Is she my long last love from the forgotten SRK movie, or is the sound goddess playing some of her little tantrums on her devotee?
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