14-08-2025, 10:58 AM
Friday Night – A Call from Amit
Ravi had finished his quick dinner alone, and now he lay back on his bed, the dimmed lights casting a quiet glow around the room.
The hug with Sirisha still lingered, a soft warmth in his chest, but it was fading slowly, replaced by the calm of the evening.
His phone buzzed.
The screen read: Amit.
Ravi’s stomach tightened a little, sensing the heaviness that often accompanied calls from Amit lately.
He swiped the screen to answer.
Ravi:
“Hey, bro… how’s everything there?”
Amit’s voice came through, quieter than usual, but steady.
Amit:
“He’s still not out of danger, Ravi. They’ve got him in the ICU, on oxygen support… They’ve stabilized him for now, but... it’s tough.”
Ravi exhaled softly, feeling the weight of Amit’s words. The tension in his chest grew heavier.
Ravi:
“I’m really sorry, Amit…”
Amit:
“I know. But he’s holding on. And you know what gave him a moment of life today? I told him I was going to start the renovation of the old house next week.”
Ravi straightened up, his attention piqued.
Ravi:
“Oh?”
Amit:
“Yeah. He nodded. Even smiled a little. Just the thought of me fixing up the place… I think it gave him a little peace. I promised him I’d take care of it before… before anything happens.”
Ravi felt the weight of that promise, knowing how much that house meant. Not just bricks and mortar, but memories, legacy, family. The pressure of it was clear in Amit’s voice.
Ravi had finished his quick dinner alone, and now he lay back on his bed, the dimmed lights casting a quiet glow around the room.
The hug with Sirisha still lingered, a soft warmth in his chest, but it was fading slowly, replaced by the calm of the evening.
His phone buzzed.
The screen read: Amit.
Ravi’s stomach tightened a little, sensing the heaviness that often accompanied calls from Amit lately.
He swiped the screen to answer.
Ravi:
“Hey, bro… how’s everything there?”
Amit’s voice came through, quieter than usual, but steady.
Amit:
“He’s still not out of danger, Ravi. They’ve got him in the ICU, on oxygen support… They’ve stabilized him for now, but... it’s tough.”
Ravi exhaled softly, feeling the weight of Amit’s words. The tension in his chest grew heavier.
Ravi:
“I’m really sorry, Amit…”
Amit:
“I know. But he’s holding on. And you know what gave him a moment of life today? I told him I was going to start the renovation of the old house next week.”
Ravi straightened up, his attention piqued.
Ravi:
“Oh?”
Amit:
“Yeah. He nodded. Even smiled a little. Just the thought of me fixing up the place… I think it gave him a little peace. I promised him I’d take care of it before… before anything happens.”
Ravi felt the weight of that promise, knowing how much that house meant. Not just bricks and mortar, but memories, legacy, family. The pressure of it was clear in Amit’s voice.
.