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Everyday Was a Sunday

Kunal Goel

I will call her today. First waking thought. It has been six months.

It is a strange feeling, life goes on like nothing happened and nothing happens.

Then why should I call her today?

To ask her why did this happen and to tell her I was a fool to ever let her go. So here goes 1* 6* 0* 1* 8* 4* 7* beep beep beep, tring-tring, tring-tring, a long tring follows. "Hello" (With a stress on HELL) says the voice at the other end of the line.

Damn it, her father, click, bang.

Oh my God! I forgot it's Sunday, his off. She won't be able to talk today.

I waited for 6 months and 6 days and then called her on a Sunday.

How come?

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July, 2003
Issue #82

128 Words