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Flat 205, Monday to Saturday (Ravi’s Week of Silence and Guilt)
Monday
The week began quietly in Flat 205, the air heavy with the echoes of Sunday’s laughter and warmth. Ravi woke with a lingering ache in his chest, the memory of Neetu and Sirisha still vivid, yet overshadowed by Priya Didi’s absence. He reached for his phone first thing, thumb hovering over her name. One message, one call… just to hear her voice. But he stopped himself. Her silence was louder than any words he could send.
He tried anyway, hesitating before typing: “Didi… I hope you are okay. I just wanted to talk.” Sent. Nothing. Hours passed, each glance at the screen tightening the weight in his chest. By evening, he tried again: “I’m here if you want to talk. I’m sorry for last Sunday.” Still nothing.
Relief arrived in the form of Amit’s voice later that night. “Ravi,” Amit said, steady and composed, “the rituals for my father begin this week. Priya and I will be here until the rituals are complete. Thank you for your concern.” Ravi tried to sound normal: “Of course, Amit. I hope everything goes smoothly.” But inside, every word felt hollow, every syllable a reminder of the distance between him and Priya.
Tuesday
Ravi tried to keep busy, tidying the apartment, checking messages, even stepping out for small errands, but every sound reminded him of her absence. His thumb hovered over Priya’s name countless times, only to withdraw.
Amit called again that evening: “Ravi, we are preparing for the ceremonies on Sunday and Monday. Priya is occupied. Please continue managing things here. Thank you.” Ravi nodded, barely audible. The call was practical, yet it amplified the silence he felt from Priya.
Wednesday
The city moved on outside, oblivious to the storm of feelings inside Flat 205. Ravi sent another message: “Didi… I miss you. I hope you are doing well.” Nothing. No read receipt, no reply. The silence gnawed at him. He tried to distract himself with work, reading, even music, but every laugh, every word from the previous Sunday returned unbidden, now tinged with guilt.
Monday
The week began quietly in Flat 205, the air heavy with the echoes of Sunday’s laughter and warmth. Ravi woke with a lingering ache in his chest, the memory of Neetu and Sirisha still vivid, yet overshadowed by Priya Didi’s absence. He reached for his phone first thing, thumb hovering over her name. One message, one call… just to hear her voice. But he stopped himself. Her silence was louder than any words he could send.
He tried anyway, hesitating before typing: “Didi… I hope you are okay. I just wanted to talk.” Sent. Nothing. Hours passed, each glance at the screen tightening the weight in his chest. By evening, he tried again: “I’m here if you want to talk. I’m sorry for last Sunday.” Still nothing.
Relief arrived in the form of Amit’s voice later that night. “Ravi,” Amit said, steady and composed, “the rituals for my father begin this week. Priya and I will be here until the rituals are complete. Thank you for your concern.” Ravi tried to sound normal: “Of course, Amit. I hope everything goes smoothly.” But inside, every word felt hollow, every syllable a reminder of the distance between him and Priya.
Tuesday
Ravi tried to keep busy, tidying the apartment, checking messages, even stepping out for small errands, but every sound reminded him of her absence. His thumb hovered over Priya’s name countless times, only to withdraw.
Amit called again that evening: “Ravi, we are preparing for the ceremonies on Sunday and Monday. Priya is occupied. Please continue managing things here. Thank you.” Ravi nodded, barely audible. The call was practical, yet it amplified the silence he felt from Priya.
Wednesday
The city moved on outside, oblivious to the storm of feelings inside Flat 205. Ravi sent another message: “Didi… I miss you. I hope you are doing well.” Nothing. No read receipt, no reply. The silence gnawed at him. He tried to distract himself with work, reading, even music, but every laugh, every word from the previous Sunday returned unbidden, now tinged with guilt.
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