One thousand and one texts

Lovers text. And text all the time. It's pretty much who they are. Gooey and cuddled up against each other via tiny telephonic devices. Their fingertips are like glued to the keypads. Writing love letters in shorthand. Baby this, baby that. And all that. No offense.

But mishaps happen. Disasters arise out of short message service. You wouldn't deny. Just one con of our non neanderthal lives. It's crazy, how inconspicuously some texts are lost. As simple as that. Just lost. Somewhere in the stratosphere/ionosphere, wherever. Never delivered. To the rightful other half of your heart. The godforsaken delivery notification beeps Pending and that's that. That sent text is pronounced dead forever.

It could've been a rosy text, it could've been a dirty text, a moist one sent from the faint lit fantasy of midnight, or anything for that matter. Very very momentary. A message whose message is very much contained in that very moment. And might be lost in the next.

If you're still reading this, allow me to make this banal assumption. What if. What if, one such lost sms, finds its way out to the erstwhile other half of your heart. Erstwhile. Months or years after whatever you'd wanted to say. Some crazy lustful night, depicting the exact technique in which you wanted to kiss him. Now that you're no longer together. I mean could it ever be more uncomfortable!

11 comments:

Winter Song said...

:) Sweet. I really enjoyed reading this one.

Mayz said...

I cudn't stop smilin while readin this post

prateek mathur said...

U hit the right chord every time :)

WomanInLove said...

If s/he comes back and asks you about it..then maybe :)

Munlite redefined said...

she always does , THAT ..@ prateek @dnm

Syed Ali Hamid said...

Or, it could re-ignite that lost passion; kind of flashback-fastforward.

T said...

ahhannn... now i kno where all the msgs are being directed to.. :P

Anonymous said...

why does someone crave the unreachable. why does the flippin useless creatures derive pleasure in being flamed to death. why does someone wish to touch your heart but you close the door. the unintended spiteful remark made by you may last for a lifetime with him and with it a most hidden portion of his heart gets locked and frozen never to be explored; never, ever. bye

The unsure ascetic said...

does it actually happen?

wildflower said...

No, doesn't

Mansi said...

A beautiful dream or an ugly reality?