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I don’t know for how long I slept. All I woke up to was a very bad headache. The alarm clock was lying beside me, perhaps dead from
the endless screams it did to break my slumber, but in vain.
The afternoon sun
rays hit hard on the eyes and I squinted to see the time on my cell phone.
12:30pm.
Not the time, but the notifications got my eyes
hooked.
12 text messages. 9 missed calls.
I let out a sigh, it must be mom, reminding me of my
psychiatrist’s appointment.
Wish you were here, Chetan.
Half an hour from then, I was back to the window. The
scorching heat outside, the busy road, people, the rickshaw-pullers, made me
restless.
There is a world out there, moving on,
without me.
For having nothing else to do, I checked into my
online account.
“Hi. Good morning.” The faceless, nameless text
sender was there, again.
“Yes, morning.” Wake up with this bad a headache at
late noon, and try saying ‘Good Morning’ .
“If you care, I am here to help. He won’t be back.
Grow over it.”
I pulled back in shock. The mention of ‘He’ already
sent a chill through my spine.
My fingers trembled as I wrote the reply, “WHO ARE
YOU?”
How on earth do you know so much about
me?
“Does that matter? I am here to help you.”
“Say the name, or you get blocked right away.” I
felt the goose bumps, now.
“Miss, for all I know..
You WON’T block me.” And a smiling emoticon, came with
it.
Who are you? A stalker? A friend? Or wait,
CHETAN?
Irregular sleep, inactive days and wasting hours
beside the window, looking at the disturbingly busy world outside, often makes
you go beyond truths and hallucinate about impossibles. I was no exception.
“Miss, where are you lost?” the blinking chat box
brought me back to reality again.
Fifteen minutes from then, I was driving to my
psychiatrist’s chamber. I needed few words with her.
.. To be continued.
