You called me today, in the middle of this extra busy day at work. And, shockingly, I answered the phone. I broke my rule of not responding to any calls from unknown numbers and picked up the phone…because something in me pushed me to do it. And I am so glad it did.
It’s so unlike you to call me during the middle of the day (night, for you), given that you strictly follow the no-spending-time-over-personal-calls-while-at-work policy and such. So, for a second there, I got nervous and hoped everything was all right. “It is, dear” you assured me and went on to ask about my day, my health, my work and what not. Our conversation flowed from my life to yours, and you told me story after story about whatever’s been happening there.
We laughed. We argued. We irritated each other a bit. We reconciled. All in that one wonderful call.
But the best was yet to come.
Right when it was time for us to say goodbye, you told me the reason you had called. You said that you missed me…missed those regular phone calls…missed that frequent I-know-best lecture series…missed the smiling sessions and even those silent tears of mine. It was at that moment that I realized how much I missed it all too.
And, just like that, – tears… silent, but happy ones…came rushing down; the day that was so far weighing down on me, became easy to handle; and everything / everyone around me seemed merry. All this because you – the person who never expresses feelings so openly – did so today, after more than two decades of knowing each other.
A sweet surprise, it sure was. Needless to say, I’ve been smiling all day long.
But then, you also have to know that when a man of few words spends so much time on phone, saying things that he usually keeps to himself, it surprises some and shocks others. While I colored this transformation of yours with a positive stroke, the sister of mine felt very uneasy with the whole episode. She sent me this message right after your call with her –
Dude, I just got this call from Appa. He said that he misses me and this and that. It was strange; I was shocked…thought something was really wrong. So I called Amma, just to make sure everything was all right. She said that it’s all ok and that they are fine. Thank goodness. I was really worried, but I’m ok now. Did he call you?
So, how about introducing her to this whole transformation in a slower pace? It might give her a heart attack otherwise; we don’t want that now, do we?