The most important calls buzz my phone usually when I’m counting tiles in the comfort station. Like this morning, when after being woken up at 9:50 – that’s 2 hours early by my time, so it hurt – by Rohit and company, I decided to not to go back to sleep as I had an important call coming up anytime. It was from a superbusy relative, and hence, my mother had asked me to goddamn answer that call.
“If you let that call pass, don’t come home this winter. “She had said, emphatically.
And so, I’d kind of glued myself to the phone for the last two days. I’d sleep with the phone, I’d eat with the phone, I’d go out with the phone. The phone accompanied me every where, except for the comfort station. For toilets, I have another phone (yeah, I’m super rich). This toilet-phone is actually my old phone that has a nice radio, and a chess game. So some days, when it’s not discharged as fuck, I spend all my commode-time listening to Fever or something while having a game with the engine.
I waited for the call like it was my girlfriend on the other side, who could wake up from her decade-long coma any time. [Or maybe even a completely okay Doctor ( 😐 ) ]
It never came, so I gave up today night and tossed the phone on the table at 2:50. For the first time in my life, I felt ecstatic getting rid of that goddamn phone.
So today morning, as I went in without a phone and stared at the tiles and patterns and the Bear shampoo, I missed the call. There was an unknown number on my screen, flashing a smirk as if to say, “fuck you. ”
I dialled the number and a male, wooden voice said that I didn’t have a sufficient balance, which would have sounded fine, even sympathetic, had a girl said it. But that guy sounded like I was partly responsible for the recent collapse of Airtel shares or something.
I got a loan, and the guy said that I’ll have to pay the sum, and 20% extra, tomorrow.
“Like fuck.”I replied, but he wasn’t there anymore.
I rang the unknown guy up. He picked the call.
“Hey. “He said. A familiar voice. This relative was kind of sounding like Rohit.
“Are you coming to the college? “He asked. He was Rohit. Goddamn it!
“I already said no! And whose number is this? ”
“One of my numbers. Are you sure you are not coming? ”
“No! And also, you are a dickhole. “I said and hung up, drained out and troubled, and wondering how I was going to pay back the goddamn Airtel guy.
The call hasn’t come yet.