A Call from the past
# Story My phone kept ringing. I checked my watch, thirty minutes past ten. Lights were still on. I might have fallen asleep reading. After two or three long rings I took the phone. I checked the number, not a known one. Swearing at the caller under my breath, I answered. X: Hello I couldn’t recognize the voice on the other end. But it sounded quite familiar, someone I knew from the past. X: Hello Me: Hello X: Hey this is me Sreejith. It has been so long, right? How are you? Me: I am fine. Where have you been? How come you called? There was every bit of irony in that. I was the one who had escaped from the past, not him. I still couldn’t completely make sense of why I said that. Why is he calling me now? I had no idea. Sreejith: Do you remember Gayatri? Me: Who?? Sreejith: She was our classmate, she used to be a good singer. Me: Mmm. Yes. Sreejith: She is getting ma...