“Sindhu. Sindhu.”
Sindhu put her book down.
Who could it be now? It was 2 pm on a Sunday.
She went to the door. Nobody. Then from the house behind theirs – “Indu. Indu.”
Sindhu smiled and went back to her book. Silly me.
She had barely started reading again, when...
"Sindhu?"
She gasped. It was unmistakable. Faint, but it was her name alright. She was alone in the room. There was no way… her pulse raced, and she got off the bed slowly.
"Say something Goddammit. How long am I gonna wait?"
Huh?
Then it dawned on her. She pulled out her mobile from under the pillow. She’d kept her best friend Asha on hold, God knows for how long now.
Oh heck.
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3 comments:
Thank you! (Sigh of Relief)
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