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GHOSTING- A SHORT STORY


It was nearly about 9:40PM on November 8th and the screen turned on with a notification banner saying "Look! Who's here". I open the chat and saw a familiar ten-digit number and a photograph. The message was to one of my stories I put up today at 8.

I gather what to say from my cauldron of words and phrases. Of course, I was excited but tried to remain calm as if, I wasn't too excited to talk after a year or two.

I said, "who well look who's here". How stupid of me to say this after I left throwing tantrums and lame excuses two years before.

The conversation went for about 20 minutes, and I was conscious enough of the time passing by and didn't wanted to stay up till late night.

I should say one thing, we never left each other on a note of grudge. So, it was quite easy to get back the same level of comfort.

When things were happening the same way, they used to, I said to one of my friends that I'm unfazed about what we are right now. Well, she said maybe this is it!
I knew it "it wasn't it" but decided to give a chance one more. One more.

Length and breadths of ignorance narrowed, and interest widened. On such a brown evening he asked me "A, why do you always ghost just like that?"

Phew! I say, " Well you know I really don't know".

I was clever enough this time not to disappear too soon. I waited for a few days gradually melting to my busy days, hearing my gut feelings which are always right at the end of the day. Things fall apart and eventually they get going with other peoples broken parts.

One day I'll tell that, I deliberately added his number from my memory and pretended not to act that I did. I believe this is good for the universe surrounding us and for us.



**That was short fictional story I weaved in my head. Hope everyone's doing well and prayers to the unwell.
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