Yesterday, 07:06 PM
Sunday Night, Flat 205 (Silence, Waiting, and Memories)
Ravi stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind him as the quiet of the flat settled around him. No sounds from the ceiling. No casual laughter from upstairs. No smell of Neetu’s dinner drifting down. Nothing.
The silence pressed in on him, a stark contrast to the busy afternoon he’d just spent at the old house. The apartment felt too still, too empty. The energy of the city outside, the honking cars, the distant chatter, seemed far away, as if the world had paused just for him.
He glanced at the clock: 8:20 PM.
They should’ve returned by now.
The movie had started at 5:00 PM. A typical film would run for a couple of hours, with ads, a late dinner afterward... Maybe they were just getting out now. Still, it felt strange to be this alone, without the usual noise of life around him. The evening stretched out longer than he had anticipated, like an empty hallway with no end.
Ravi reached for his phone, hoping for some distraction. His eyes lingered on the screen for a moment. Nothing. No texts, no calls, no updates. His thumb hovered over the screen as he checked again.
No messages from Vamsi. No playful texts from Neetu, no teasing words from Sirisha. The phone felt oddly silent in his hand, the absence of their voices louder than any message could be. It was almost as if the silence was mocking him, reminding him how far he had drifted from everything else.
Frowning, he set the phone down on the counter. The quiet was unbearable. It filled every corner of the flat, settling like dust over his thoughts, making him feel heavier with each passing minute.
He stood there for a moment, thinking about what to do. His stomach rumbled, a reminder of the simple needs of the body, but the thought of cooking felt like too much effort. It was as though every task, no matter how small, had grown more difficult under the weight of the day. Instead, he grabbed his jacket and went out to order something from the corner shop.
The mundane task of picking up dinner was the only thing that felt manageable at the moment. As he walked to the shop, the cool night air hit his face, a sharp contrast to the heavy warmth inside the flat. It was almost as if he were stepping into a different world, where the noise of life outside made sense, but the silence at home never could.
Ravi stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind him as the quiet of the flat settled around him. No sounds from the ceiling. No casual laughter from upstairs. No smell of Neetu’s dinner drifting down. Nothing.
The silence pressed in on him, a stark contrast to the busy afternoon he’d just spent at the old house. The apartment felt too still, too empty. The energy of the city outside, the honking cars, the distant chatter, seemed far away, as if the world had paused just for him.
He glanced at the clock: 8:20 PM.
They should’ve returned by now.
The movie had started at 5:00 PM. A typical film would run for a couple of hours, with ads, a late dinner afterward... Maybe they were just getting out now. Still, it felt strange to be this alone, without the usual noise of life around him. The evening stretched out longer than he had anticipated, like an empty hallway with no end.
Ravi reached for his phone, hoping for some distraction. His eyes lingered on the screen for a moment. Nothing. No texts, no calls, no updates. His thumb hovered over the screen as he checked again.
No messages from Vamsi. No playful texts from Neetu, no teasing words from Sirisha. The phone felt oddly silent in his hand, the absence of their voices louder than any message could be. It was almost as if the silence was mocking him, reminding him how far he had drifted from everything else.
Frowning, he set the phone down on the counter. The quiet was unbearable. It filled every corner of the flat, settling like dust over his thoughts, making him feel heavier with each passing minute.
He stood there for a moment, thinking about what to do. His stomach rumbled, a reminder of the simple needs of the body, but the thought of cooking felt like too much effort. It was as though every task, no matter how small, had grown more difficult under the weight of the day. Instead, he grabbed his jacket and went out to order something from the corner shop.
The mundane task of picking up dinner was the only thing that felt manageable at the moment. As he walked to the shop, the cool night air hit his face, a sharp contrast to the heavy warmth inside the flat. It was almost as if he were stepping into a different world, where the noise of life outside made sense, but the silence at home never could.
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