Story part 1
“Damn! What was I thinking” she cursed aloud as soon as she hit the send button on that email. But she was not going to write another email to explain , that was made sure by the call from the security desk. Her cab and gaurd were waiting fir her. She closed her laptop and ran out of the office. The friday had acted like monday but the weekend showed some hopes.
She made sure to hide her office phone over the weekend so she would not feel obliged to check emails or provide any updates on the issues. Monday morning, while in the cab she put the emails to sync and scrolled through to the bottom. The unknown sender has replied ,
Good try. I was not working , and why do you think I would meet strangers when I advised you against it ?
PS: Not that i would mind meeting you to hear your poetry in your own voice
PPS: did you really want to meet ? Just to prove a point ?
This was way out of proprtion, she mused. Time to set some thing straight …
( To be continued tomorrow or till I find a closure )
Sometimes when I write to you, and you do not reply , I wish there was some way I could know the email reached you. That you read it and understood it.As if sitting across you, I could see the expressions on your face.
I imagine getting up in the morning and wondering how would a phantom reply from you look like ? What color would my inbox show it in ? Red of love or Grey of wait or the ink blue of expectations ? I imagine you thinking of a reply in your head but not typing it. Can we have an access to such a storage capacity ? where all unwritten replies are kept . Can I log in there and ask if you have unknowingly left some words for me there ? Do they stack the emails by sender name or by receiver ?
And yet , getting up to your messages definitely cheers me. No matter how hard it was to get any sleep last night. No matter what I wrote in the email last night. No matter whether you read that or chose not to reply.
The day belongs to you, to Love, to you loving me.
The day belongs to the smiles your love bring to me.