She called him up last evening. She hadn't talked to him in the last 6 months. She had been busy with her work, she had said. He longed to talk to her every moment. He had waited for her call, had thought of a million things he had to say. Now that she had called, he stood transfixed in elation. His hands tremble. His mind goes blank. He picks up the phone and stammers trivial things.
The ice between them does not melt. The conversation does not come from within. They run out of topics. She is angry with him. Angry that he makes no allusions to their relationship, angry that he was such a coward who could never speak his heart out. She slams the phone down. He is sad. Broken. Tearful. He contemplates for a moment. He had had enough with his stupidity. He had had enough of his insecurities. He sends across on her mobile.-
‘I drank too much last night,
My head just spins in pain
I missed the bus today,
I was late for work again
I may not last the day,
My life is so uncertain,
And then you call me and it’s not so bad
It’s not so bad’
My mind plays all these tricks on me,
I know I have been such a villain
And to who can I but you explain
And then you call me and it’s not so bad
It’s not so bad’
~Dido.
