Everyday Was a SundayKunal Goel
I will call her today. First waking thought.
It has been six months. It is a strange feeling, life goes on like nothing happened and nothing happens.
Then why should I call her today? To ask her why did this happen and to tell her I was a fool to ever let her go.
So here goes 1* 6* 0* 1* 8* 4* 7* beep beep beep, tring tring, tring tring, a single final tring.
"Hello" (With a stress on Hell) says the voice on the other end of the line.
Damn it, her father, click, bang.
Oh no! I forgot it is Sunday, his off. She won't be able to talk today. I waited for 6 months 6 days and called her on a Sunday.
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