One Missed Call

One missed call. She unlocked her phone hoping that it would be the phone call she had been waiting for. And then she saw who it was.

It was nothing. A zero must feel exactly this way - a thought flashed through the head which was concerned with the going-ons of that day. After giving it exactly one second worth of thought, she called back.

The voice at the other end was all too familiar. "How have you been?"

"Been good"

A few more sentences were exchanged and she hung up. She had never thought it would come to this. This vast expanse filled with nothing-ness.

And the next second, she was back to wondering about the missed call she had been waiting for.

On Being Good

With an almost blind belief, I have led most part of my life following the diktat of what goes around, comes around. And for the most part, it turned out to be just that way. For the one injustice I did to a certain someone, I got it back in full measure in it's vileness and how small it all made me feel. 






So far but now. A certain someone told me that I was the best they will ever know. For a fact, I know they mean it too. But of course, there will be very very few people I trust when they say some such thing to me. But then, the first question that popped up in my head was - is that enough or even necessary? Why is the one who is complimenting me sorted in every way and I am not. And I was the good one. Where am I? More unsorted than what I have been before, in my present years.More clueless with the years advancing. Did I get too busy being those things that define 'good'. Why was I even hung up on being the good, the fair and the honest one. Always. What did it get me? Peaceful sleep and no regrets? But then, I regret being good. I never had the fun. I never screwed up and mostly managed to be perfect. And on more than one occasion blamed everything apart from my own self for such a state of affairs which make being evil a tough and an unthinkable proposition. 


Is the belief over? 



Not really. Not till when I am jolted out of it with the shock of a lifetime. And maybe even then I will walk on and live in my own little bubble of 'karma' - just in case there really is such a thing.