The Cars zoomed past each other . Their blinding bright lights twinkling like fireflies on a high. The best part about looking down at them from this distance was that you could barely hear a sound. Honking was the side effect apart from traffic jams of course that invention of cars had cursed human civilization with .
God created Men and Men created Cars and then there was no peace. She thought to herself cursing every movie that showed a debonair man behind the wheels of a fancy car , the one’s that make you quit everything and drive away into the horizon . All starry eyed and whacko in the head.
Gosh , I hate men and cars. She turned back and pranced around on the terrace of her building. Mentally blocking every happy ending that even remotely had these two loathsome elements in it.
And phones. She added to her all increasing list. We could so do without them as well.
She stared at her iPhone . Re checked the message folder , whatsapp folder , Twitter timeline , Facebook timeline and every other possible nook and corner for a clue.
And when she couldn’t find any , she rechecked the signal and cursed men , men with cars and men with cars and phones again. Hurriedly prancing the small terrace area a hundredth time.
Tring tring. She stared at the screen & disconnected the call since it wasn’t him .She didn’t want her phone to be engaged , when he called. Finally. Full of repentance. Crying to take him back and she would go on mercilessly to say ,
“Oh ! its you .. sorry ..don’t have your number saved any more . Am heading out with friends , talk laters? “
She smiled wickedly. Yes , I would give him hell. You just can’t dump anyone a couple of hours before a celebratory dinner date . A year of togetherness means something!
But she was now losing patience. She had been going back and forth on the scene , the pacing of the terrace , the staring at the screen and the re checking for messages and call. And she has been doing all this for 3 hours now .
Her rage had now reached a level that she never knew existed. She stared down from her 15th floor building’s terrace soaking in again how peaceful it all looked from up there.
With each passing second , she was getting surer of her decision . She had relived every moment spent with him , right from the day he had offered him a lift when she was stepping out of office to take her evening metro right till a couple of hours back when he gave her the ‘It’s not you , its me ” breakup speech , over the phone.
The phone he had gifted her. The one she loved so much once and hated with equal intensity now. The one that was her lifeline till now and .. she paused for a moment.Just like him , she now hated every thing associated with even the thought of him.
This is insane. This has to end. I can’t keep feeling like this. Waiting endlessly.
She stared down. Falling in love is so hard on the knees , she hummed the Aerosmith number in her head.
The next minute , it was hurling down , free-falling from the 15th floor .
As another firefly joined the buzzing lights on the busy street , its screen glowing .
Seconds before it hit the ground , the call came in .
But the phone now was scattered across like pieces of her broken heart.
This 26 part fiction short story series is insprired by women who are like you and me . Not superheroes , but Everyday Women. They have a voice , a dream , a vision , an intent or even a point of view. These slice of life tales are work in progress – if you can share a personal story in the comments it may help me conjure up a story .Would truly appreciate!
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