A phone call

I eavesdropped,

Wrong it is, I know. But I couldn’t help.

She was all alone, using her phone, more of tossing it nervously. And then it rang, she picked the call up in seconds, just like if it was expected.

She was yelling, or maybe it seemed like that. Her voice was trembling, was in pain maybe.

“How can you do this to me? I’ve given you my life. I thought I had atleast a little value in your life. 

This is how you’re paying me back for all the love I gave you, for all that I did for you?” She said.

There were some counter replies as well.

“Yes, Oh, but..” she said these words,heard for a minute and hung up in the middle of the call.

She held her phone as tight as possible, was expecting a call back maybe, was controlling her emotions maybe.

I was enjoying the view of the ocean, the continuous sound of waves hitting the shore and the sound of airplanes taking off just above the head was syncing up to make a melodious music to ears.

I noticed from my corner of the eyes, she was staring at the view too.

The sun was setting, leaving behind the majestic colours mixing with the artificial lightings of buildings, looked up at together, they made one of the most finest artwork. 

While I was enjoying the view as an awestruck kid, 

I wondered what she was looking at it like or was she even noticing the sky changing its colours in seconds.

Or was she staring off into the space and was at some other place in her mind?

And then I saw her emotions flowing down through her eyes in a very silent way, like they were habitual of it.

She let her tears flow like nothing happened, with no expression change, her tears were getting away easily. And after a few minutes, even they stopped.

The hands clinching the phone tightly got loosen up and wiped the tears off her face.

With a ponytail, wearing a simple salwar suit and innocence in her face, she was looking pretty. 

And she left, just like the sun that set in its own lone world. 

I couldn’t hold my tears anymore, 

I called my mom to tell her about the old lady I was observing, about the old mom which was talking to her son, about the old mom who was using all the latest gadgets to be able to talk to her child and whose child abandoned her.

I was sorry for the lady and all I could say was, “thank you mumma”.