“…
and then she broke her heel and tumbled over. Her expression was hilarious.”
Simran said all at once and burst out laughing. We all joined her. “Guys guys,
ssshhh… Is anybody playing a song?” said another friend. I tried controlling my
laugh to figure out the melody. The tune seemed familiar. “I have heard that
somewhere. Oh gosh! That’s my phone.” I said as I rushed through the class and
the others roared with laughter.
It
wasn’t difficult searching the cell as thankfully, I left it on the general
mode unlike every day. I had put it in the tiny pocket attached to the side of
my slang bag. As I took it out and looked at the screen, my senses stopped
working suddenly. It was written ‘IronMan’ with a picture of the metal frame
staring at me with affinity.
I
stroked my eyes hard and peeped in again. I felt as though I was dreaming. No I
wasn’t, the device was still ringing. I slid the pointer to right and held it
over to my ear. Nothing came from the other side for the first five seconds. I
checked the screen, the call was still on. “H…h…hello?” I said. “Hello.” It was
him. Oh my god! He has actually called me; my head was clustered with thoughts.
My lips went numb. “Hello?” he said again. I repeated after him, clearly this
time, less stammering. “Is this TG speaking on the other side?” He knows my
name? I am so going to faint after this.
“Yea” I said trying to hide the nervousness off my voice. “This is Fahri
Abdullah. You are the blogger called StyZie right?” He said with a mixed potion
of professionalism and depth in his voice. Goodness! He even knows about my
blog? I’m definitely in an alien world. “Yeah” I said with a tone of curiosity.
“You have been selected by the committee to be a part of the editing team for
the Annual College Magazine.” I came back into the reality, “What? Magazine?” “Yes.
You write all of those posts right?” He inquired. “Yeah… I mean no, not all.
Some of them are written by my friend Mesha. I edit it all at the end.” “Okay.
There’s a meeting at the auditorium in ten minutes. Be there if you’re interested.
You can bring in your friend as well.” “Oh, Okay. I’ll be there.”
He
ends the call but the phone is still stuck to my ear. I talked to Fahri. Fahri-The
guy of my dreams! He was my latest crush and the fact that he had my number and
we had a two-minute conversation was difficult to digest. Simran had already
entered the class. “What happened? Why do you look so stunned?” She questioned.
My mouth was open and my facial expression had a hint of excitement and
anxiety. “Guess who just called? Make the wackiest guess.” I said. “Don’t tell
me! Are you serious??” She knew it already. Anyone would know that by the way I
was having my hands up in the air and eyes popping out. I gave her a continuous
nod with those flashed eyes and wide mouth. “No! He called? Why? What did he
say” She flooded the room with questions. “They selected me for the editing
team along with Mesha. I need to be at the auditorium in ten minutes. I got to
go…” I ran half completing the sentence, searching for Mesha.
I
went up to the auditorium and found the door to be half open. I could no longer
hold the feverishness. My palms began sweating much more than normal. Mesha
opened the door as I was so nervous that I couldn’t even move an inch. It was
completely empty. Forget about the sight of a human being; that dusty space wouldn’t
even have the attention of the birds. I was bewildered from what I saw. Mesha
turned towards me. She had a ‘is this a prank?’ look on her chubby face. I gave
her an ‘I am innocent’ look in return. I don’t know how much did she believe.
All she did was drag me back to the class.
I
unzipped my bag and took my phone. Unlocking it, I checked the call log. I had goose
bumps when I saw no call recorded. How was this possible? My brain was
completely out of the situation. How can he not call me and talk that long? I
called up a mutual friend in hope of having all this sorted. All he did was complicate
it further. According to him, Fahri wasn’t even in the college.
I
sat on the benches in the lawn. There were students enjoying the recess in
their own unique way. I closed my eyes trying to make sense out of everything. I
looked at the sky and the similar colored arched roof. There was a thin line
separating it from the sky making it difficult to tell if it was the dome or
the sky. I unlocked my phone again. There wasn’t a single clue which could
solve the case. A ringtone which everyone heard, his name on the phone’s
screen, the voice which made way through my ear, the empty auditorium along
with my friend’s unusual confirmation. All of this made me feel like a psycho
who imagined her dreams to be true. How could I talk to him on the phone
without the call? How?
#StyZie
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