"Lonely?get lost!, i wouldn't feel any such thing, whatsoever" , she had
said at home when her brother teased her, on how she would feel after
her parents would leave her in hostel. However, now, as she sat in the
room, on the bed, her eyes were droopy and her body exhausted she
remembered that chat and felt the sentiment. She plugged in her computer
laptop, in order to distract her thoughts, she viewed an episode of
friends and silently dissolved the time, passing time slowly, swiftly.
Tring ! Tring ! After 2 seconds ... Tring ! Tring ! Tring ! The phone rang loudly but nobody picked it up. It had been lying like it had been last night. Alone, cold on the floor above the mattresses spread for a man to sleep. The man was the father. A father of two people both in adulthood, with a son and a daughter. The children and their mother and father all lived in a two bed room apartment. The apartment also has a kitchen, two balconies a staircase to lead any visitor up on to the terrace and down towards the ground floor. The phone in its standby mode lay peacefully in bliss on the third and top most floor of an establishment which is over 20 years old. It was bought after a lot of hard work and planning by the father to give a home to his two adolescents and more space to grow up. This home was not just a home. Although it was small but it saw a lot of developments in peoples lives. With people living in it and outside and using it to their fullest extent with cre...
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