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Thought process..

It all starts with a "hii baby what's up? " from me.
2 mins .. check my phone .. no reply.. 
5 mins...
10 mins....
No reply.... 

Assumption begins.. 
Well... He must be busy. By the way today he has his presentation too. How hard had he been working for it for the past 4 days. My darling should definitely do well. 
(Angelic smile) 

5 mins later.. 
Checks mobile.
Single tick.

Angelic smile disappears.. 

Why has he switched off his network? Is the work that important? By the way he never does anything of that sort without informing me... Or.. 
What if he had lost his mobile? Has he encountered with an accident? Should I call and check with the room number and hospital name? Wait.. If he is admitted then who would pick his phone up? Or the person who admitted him might just check through the log and give a call to the recently dialed number. If that's the case I should have received the call by now. Does that mean it was somebody else who he was talking to? Oh Riya? I knew it! 

Else why should she get a transfer, far far away from her hometown to where his branch is? And that lipstick stain on his shirt the other day.. I was sure it wasn't mine. Mine was a pinkish red shade and that one was clearly reddish pink. Oh.. I am so stupid. I should have reacted long back. It's too late now. Oh God! Now what am I supposed to do? My life is at stake. You know what.. Fareena was right about Riya. I should have considered her words.. Mentally sobbing....
I feel so lonely..
Breakup hurts..

Phone beeps... 
He replies : Hey baby! Guess what? I completed the 156th level of the game finally. Yay! But sorry I had to put my mobile in airplane mode to avoid disturbing ads. 
So tell me.. what were you about to say??

Me : (That silence after a tornado has crossed over). 
Angelic smile reappears... 
"Missed you". 

Disclaimer: It doesn't mean that this is the story behind every "miss you" from your girlfriend. No. Not at all. 
It needn't be the same.. 
It can be worser. (*wink*)

PC. Priya Muralidharan


  1. Ha ha ha... Can't stop laughing. Nailed it 😂

  2. Typical GF's mindset, well said. Is it a day and night difference between pinkish red and reddish pink lipsticks? 😃😉😂

    1. Yes they are also different from reddish pinkish red and pinkish reddish pink too. 😎

  3. How the hell do you girls find the difference between pinkinsh red and reddish pink.???...i can't even find between red and orange

    1. Haha. Super powers. U need some?? 😜

  4. Haha exactly ! Today's scenario :D

  5. Lol.. Lol.. Lmao..�� Truth portrayed in the funniest way possible. Thank u for spreading so much of positive vibe girly �� Enjoyed reading your blog. Waiting for more.

  6. Had a hearty laugh. ^_^

  7. Angelic smile. Angelic smile disappears ..
    Haha. Can't stop laughing
    Good one.


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