01-07-2025, 04:21 PM
Thursday Evening – The Call That Feels Like Coming Home
Abhi was leaning back on his recliner, one leg over the armrest,
Flipping through the news mindlessly on his phone.
The apartment was dim, lit only by a corner lamp that washed the walls with soft gold.
Outside, the city was winding down.
The ceiling fan hummed in rhythm with the quiet.
His phone buzzed.
Meghana.
Not a message.
A call.
His heart lifted, not racing, but lifting, like a boat unmoored.
He sat up and answered.
Abhi:
“Hey…”
There was a brief silence, then her voice, a touch softer than usual.
Meghana:
“Hey you… hope I didn’t call at a bad time.”
Abhi:
“No, it’s a perfect time actually.”
He smiled without meaning to.
“It’s been a while.”
Meghana:
“It has… I wasn’t sure if calling would be too much.”
Abhi:
“No. In fact, this whole week felt a little incomplete without one of our long pauses and deep exhales.”
She chuckled gently, her voice lowering.
Abhi was leaning back on his recliner, one leg over the armrest,
Flipping through the news mindlessly on his phone.
The apartment was dim, lit only by a corner lamp that washed the walls with soft gold.
Outside, the city was winding down.
The ceiling fan hummed in rhythm with the quiet.
His phone buzzed.
Meghana.
Not a message.
A call.
His heart lifted, not racing, but lifting, like a boat unmoored.
He sat up and answered.
Abhi:
“Hey…”
There was a brief silence, then her voice, a touch softer than usual.
Meghana:
“Hey you… hope I didn’t call at a bad time.”
Abhi:
“No, it’s a perfect time actually.”
He smiled without meaning to.
“It’s been a while.”
Meghana:
“It has… I wasn’t sure if calling would be too much.”
Abhi:
“No. In fact, this whole week felt a little incomplete without one of our long pauses and deep exhales.”
She chuckled gently, her voice lowering.
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