I n the evening Neera tried calling Jeff twice and each time got disconnected. No lines open perhaps. The village got crappy network but she was glad that there was any. The eager anticipation of hearing Jeff’s voice was replaced by the nervous resentment of not getting him over the phone when she wanted to. By this time Jeff would be usually up and ready for his daily commute to work, unless he had been staying up most of the night. Jealousy and suspicion are time-tested aides of bad relationships, more so when distance separates minds and insecurity misconstrues emotions. “This is the last time” said Neera as she dialed the number again. Perhaps she thought she will be third time lucky. “Hey Nee”, Jeff’s voice on the other side said. “I’ve been dying to talk to you!”. Neera could hardly control herself. “I wanted to tell you about...” her sentence was cut short by Jeff. “Neeeee ! Its real early here and I’m trying to get some sleep. Got back home real late last night...
Articles, Poetry and Short Stories by Proma Ray.