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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