Tale of the two worlds

She was busy wording her thoughts on the laptop, when a message popped up on the screen.

“Hey, how you doing?” was there on the notification bar. It was a brief call from him. A smile flaunted on her lips.

“I am doing good,” was her say.

“You seem lost ! Is everything okay?” was the question again.

“Yeah, all’s good,” she said.

In these two sentences, there belied a deep silence from both the ends. 

Nobody spoke.

She tried to gather back her thoughts and put them into wordings again but she was being captured by his thoughts. 

He-was her best friend, the friend she always looked upon. They didn't need to be talking through words to express themselves; even silence did the wonder all the time. They were that close.

But the silence that rose in few of those words was making her feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable as those clouds she could see from her window that wanted to burst down as rain, but could not.

She picked up her phone, dialed his number. She found herself wordless, so cut off the phone. 

“He should be busy,’ she mumbled to herself.

The clouds had started thundering. Drizzles seem to downpour. 

She ran outdoors to collect the half-dried clothes. She was fast, yet rain was faster. She got drenched. Drenched whole her body. Looked up in the sky and let her soak the more.

Metta !
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