Short Story: Tomorrow (Part Two)





PART TWO


TODAY

There’s no car out there, silent road with rows of trees is all I can see. I put my head out of the window, glancing on either sides, to see if he’s there nearby or his car’s there. But I see no one. I come back and sit on the bed, thinking of calling him again and before I complete thinking – my phone is in my hand and I redial his number. Again, it’s ringing, yet there’s no response. I feel he may have got exceedingly upset and that is the reason why he is avoiding my calls. Well, there’s one thing I can do. I can message him. I open WhatsApp, open his chat, and see that I’m blocked. Yes, he blocked me few days ago because I was constantly messaging him and disturbing him, even though he said – he needed time. I blame myself for that too! I open text message and dial his number and type a text message, which reads:

“I feel incomplete without you. Please come back. I don’t want to lose you. At least answer my calls.”

I press the send button and it shows my message has been delivered to him. I smile a little. I don’t know why, but I sense something good is going to happen. And whenever I feel such a way, something bad happens in my life. Instantly, my head starts to pain and I feel like vomiting. I go to the washroom and start to vomit. I vomit twice and while returning I think of something. I stop myself from uttering the famous word – Fuck – and I go in the kitchen and drink full bottle of water and wait for some time. As time passes, I see my legs titter. Finally, I go to the washroom with a small plastic container in my hand. I come out of the washroom and keep the container on the table. Now, I have to wait and see if what I think is true or not.
Well, I have to wait for a couple of hours before I jump to a conclusion. For a moment, I forget about him and I check the time. It’s 3.30 A.M.
Another night without sleep. I shall soon get an award for not sleeping at all.
It’s called Chronic Insomnia, she says. She’s back again to torture me. I remain calm and avoid it. 
I look at my phone lay still, not making any kind of sound. Wait! What did I think just now? I used the word sound. Few months back, when he used to call me, my phone used to vibrate and ring. He used to call me number of times and I never used to pick up and let it ring. I never put it on silent mode and that ring used to frustrate me a lot. A day came when I came home and told him, stop calling me again and again, noise of the ringtone vexes me and especially I hate when you call again and again. I told this and soon he left this habit of his.
Today I see myself in a similar situation, I am continuously calling him and he isn’t answering my calls. What one is supposed to do when other person doesn’t answer calls? Be patient. Am I patient? I ask myself. No answer comes in my mind. I glance at my phone again, still there’s no reply to my message. I don’t think he would reply even after viewing the message. While departing he was looking at me, in anger, I stayed quiet letting him out. I think it was my biggest mistake to let him go out. Nothing comes in my mind. I check the time again, an hour has past, it’s 4.30 A.M.I remind myself to check the plastic container after an hour. Covertly, I hope it’s not what I think
An hour has passed and I slowly walk toward the kitchen to grab the plastic container. Once I take it, I look at it with concentration. And I see…

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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