The wake-up call

Every morning my phone would ring, exactly at nine. That’s my wake-up call. But, the phone did not ring today.

I know it must have been difficult for her to not call me considering the fact that she would wait for the clock to show nine so that she could wake me up. I understand, it’s not easy for her. Somehow I was also so dependent on her that I didn’t realize I have stopped using the alarm. I got up late today and there was a feeling as if there was something missing. Yes, it was the call. It was the voice that I was starting my day with, for weeks.

I know I have nothing to complain. I have got more than I deserve from her. In return, I gave her only tears. All this while I have been blaming her. All this while, I kept her at the receiving end. Now I am going through the same emotional turmoil that she has been going through for years. Now I can feel how she must be feeling. Now I understand the pain of not getting something that you want so desperately, something so close to you but can’t be yours. Unfortunately, it’s only now that I understand her better but I am helpless.

I know this is just the beginning. A lot of things will change in near future, a lot of pictures will fall from he wall, a lot of gifts will turn into mementoes, a lot of things will turn into memories- the wake-up call is just one of them. As the days progress, the list will only get longer.