A story

11.26

Dialing...

"Hello?"

Hey!

"Hey!"

What're you doing?

"I'm outside with-"

Oh, OK! We'll talk later!

"Yeah, sure!"

Bye!

"Bye!"

12.24

Dialing...

"You don't have enough credit-"

12.31

Dialing...

"The person you are calling has not responded. Please try-"

14.10

Picking...

Hello?

"Hey buddy! What's up!"

Hey man... how's it going?

"Awesome! Listen, me and C planning a trek. You wanna come?"

When's it?

"Tonight. We're thinking of catching the 8 o'clock bus and-"

Not tonight, sorry. Have some work.

"Saturday night?"

Dad's coming online, some work to do with the bank, something.

"Oh, OK! Next time then!"

Yeah man, sorry. Call-

"Bye!"

14.33

Dialing...

"The person you are calling has-"

15.04

Signing in...

"L. is online."

Laptop?

L: "Nt yet happened."

Damn. :(

L: "Yeah. I'm fucked."

Sleepover at S.'s place and finish the assignment?

And then tell me about the pillowfight?

L: "Heh. She lives all the way across town!"

Fine. P.?

L: "Uh. No."

K.?

L: "Oh wow."

"Hahhahahahhaha its K.!"

:D

What doing?

L: "Painting."

"Ur sheldon from big bang theory."

I'm Sheldon?!

That guy's stiff, a creature of habit and annoying!

I'm not annoying!

L: "You're stiff. Creature of habit. A know it all. ALL."

Sheldon Cooper is annoying and unforgiving. I am neither!

And he's not interested in sex. He's NOT interested- THAT'S ANTI-ME!

L: "Okay :P"

":P"

"Okay. And that."

The place here's a huge bungalow with no curfew and careless watchman.

L: "Fancy :P"

"Ur outside? Not with family?"

No, any studying requires the hostel experience.

Can't study for nuts from home - even this.

It's going to be crazy!

L: ":)"

"Did you make friends?"

This chick

L: "Really??"

Yeah!

But she's off FB for a while.

L: "Ahaan"

You are no longer signed in to send or receive messages.

15.55

"Hello?"

Sir, I'm calling from the south-

"Yes, sir, we're sorry sir. It's an area-wide cut, sir, there's a fire in the grid."

When will-

"In about 4 hours, sir."

16.16

Opening...

Yes?

"Sir, delivery from Amazon?"

Oh, yes!

"Sign here... and here."

Thanks!

"Thank you, sir!"

18.01

Dialing...

"The person you are-"

19.29

Wireless network... connected.

19.31

Signing in...

"L. is offline"

Hey! You there? Sorry, there was a power cut. I'll catchya soon, have a nice evening!

19.44

Coming.

"Good evening, sir! Delivery from Dumpling Queen!"

Oh yeah, how much is it?

"A round... 60, sir."

Keep the change.

"Thank you, sir! Enjoy your dinner!"

Yeah.

20.34

Dialing...

"Hello?"

Hey!

"Hey!"

What're you doing?

"I'm on my way!"

Oh, when'll you be here?

"In a coupla minutes, max. How's it going there... you OK?"

Yeah... I'm fine. Just missing you.

"I miss you, too."

Couldn't you blow off the late night shift?

"Aww! Look at you!"

I'm serious!

"You know I can't do that! Plus, it's Saturday... you know how busy the streets get!"

Yeah, yeah, OK. Get here faster.

"Yeah, I'm almost there."

OK.

23.15

"It's getting late."

Hmm...

"I'll talk to you tomorrow!"

I hate you.

"Me too! G'night!"

Yeah, whatever.

07.14

Picking...

Hmm... who's this?

"Hey!"

Yeah?

"It's me! You just woke up?!"

Yeah...

"Please tell me you've the script ready!"

Yeah... almost-

"Almost?! What's almost?!"

Gimme an hour.

"Are you sure? Because if you haven't finished it, you should tell me now."

No, no, one hour. You'll have it.

"OK, I trust you. Don't lemme down, man."

Hmm.

07.19

Somewhere in the south of the great City, curled up within layers of poverty, rebellion, filth and convivial skulduggery, in a building dotting the ramshackle landscape of the miserable shores, a young man strode up and down upon an old carpet, one of the few things of value in his otherwise poor excuse of a residence. At this juncture, the reader may not be surprised to discover upon my utterance that he was a writer - he still is - and took away from the denial of luxury the luxury of denial, a self-imposed lesson on the art of inspiration, coveting lovers and dodging them, befriending strangers and salvaging himself from the hubris of his own madness. Right then, as the first droplets of rain struck the glass in the windows, he called a young woman he was attempting now to love, and she spoke: "I'm outside with-" Goodbye, he screamed! Despair! On the philanthropy of despair it seemed he would feed first...

08.03

Picking...

"You done?"

What if I'm not?

"Man! I trusted-"

Relax! I'm done.

"Hmm... what's it called?"

The Art... of Inspiration! You like it?

"I think I do... I do, I do."