The Telephone

                                     
(Sketch: Sagar Ghatak)

It is heavy raining outside. This is the fourth time he is dialing. The first two times no one picked up. The third time a man picked up and he disconnects.

Every day thousands of people call on me, but I eagerly wait for this time of the day. Every evening he comes to my booth and calls her. She picks up the phone with an eager smile on her face. After a brief talk, they hang up. I love to be a part of these beautiful moments between them. But two days ago, everything was not okay. She was crying, he was sobbing too. Today she is leaving the city with his family. He wished to talk to her for the final time.

Someone picked up, a female voice saying “Forget her”, and it disconnects. He settled down onto the floor. I continue to beep.

~ Kusal D.

Location: Kolkata, West Bengal, India

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