Love that came ringing!
I have never written about love or never thought I would, simply because I assumed that no one other than yourself would be interested in your private affairs. After all, most love stories follow somewhat the same plot.
But now that love has come tugging at my heartstrings, let me confess my story... Don't expect a sentimental or a fairy tale romance. It falls into a different category which I would name towards the end of it.
It all started with a reading session at home. I was reading out to my sister and cousin, watching their anxious faces, when the telephone rang. Yes, the telephone- the red one with the black handle. As it was unusual for the telephone to ring at this age, so was my unusual , painfully astonishing "but then I love you!".
I didn't realise the meaning of what I had just uttered until a couple of seconds had passed.
Meanwhile I exchanged glances with my cousin whose already anxious face had now taken on a new expression, I know not to explain. But I shared the same expression with him as I was pulling myself out of the tale I was absorbed in. All this while I again forgot that there was someone at the other end of the line, whose conversation I didn't follow. I listened then... " How about next Tuesday?".
I didn't know what to say but I definitely didn't hang up. I could play a prank and pull his leg for a while but I explained the whole story and we bursted out laughing. He went on to say that it was a wrong number and we spoke for a while. He was an absolute stranger but I felt I knew him for ages. He didn't ask for my number nor did he bid me the typical, customary "bubye" .
Maybe the story is set in the era of the black and red telephones. I couldn't get back to the person again.
There are love stories that begin nowhere and end on a meaningful note , also there are stories that happen vice versa. Whatever the nature of my love story be, I enjoyed the conversation and I miss the gentleman.
After all he knew how to strike that perfect conversation. The mocking " how about Tuesday?" , the childish laughter, the consoling" It was a wrong number, sorry!" and the patient mind to listen to my theory of 'the power of imagination to transport you into different worlds'.
And about the genre of the story I had promised at the beginning, well...you decide!
But now that love has come tugging at my heartstrings, let me confess my story... Don't expect a sentimental or a fairy tale romance. It falls into a different category which I would name towards the end of it.
It all started with a reading session at home. I was reading out to my sister and cousin, watching their anxious faces, when the telephone rang. Yes, the telephone- the red one with the black handle. As it was unusual for the telephone to ring at this age, so was my unusual , painfully astonishing "but then I love you!".
I didn't realise the meaning of what I had just uttered until a couple of seconds had passed.
Meanwhile I exchanged glances with my cousin whose already anxious face had now taken on a new expression, I know not to explain. But I shared the same expression with him as I was pulling myself out of the tale I was absorbed in. All this while I again forgot that there was someone at the other end of the line, whose conversation I didn't follow. I listened then... " How about next Tuesday?".
I didn't know what to say but I definitely didn't hang up. I could play a prank and pull his leg for a while but I explained the whole story and we bursted out laughing. He went on to say that it was a wrong number and we spoke for a while. He was an absolute stranger but I felt I knew him for ages. He didn't ask for my number nor did he bid me the typical, customary "bubye" .
Maybe the story is set in the era of the black and red telephones. I couldn't get back to the person again.
There are love stories that begin nowhere and end on a meaningful note , also there are stories that happen vice versa. Whatever the nature of my love story be, I enjoyed the conversation and I miss the gentleman.
After all he knew how to strike that perfect conversation. The mocking " how about Tuesday?" , the childish laughter, the consoling" It was a wrong number, sorry!" and the patient mind to listen to my theory of 'the power of imagination to transport you into different worlds'.
And about the genre of the story I had promised at the beginning, well...you decide!
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