It’s 9 am and even I knew I need to get up & get dressed for work, I just can’t seem to gather the energy to get up. I’ve been feeling this way for quite some time now. As my hands reach for my phone and I open it, the reason finally hits me. The emptiness that I’ve been feeling on the inside is reflected perfectly on my phone screen.
My mind now swims back to the glorious days. Those days when the sweet *ting* of your messages kept me up all night. Do you think I don’t remember the exact way the phone’s light hit my face as I groggily switched on the screen in the morning? In fact, I remember the exact intensity of the light. It used to warm my face in the winter mornings.
But now there is never a message from the group chat named ‘ Friends XD ‘. I spend the nights holding my silent phone close to my heart but no longer do I wake up to 2000 messages. The only roast that I get now is from Biriyanis and sadly that happens very rarely. Now, I laugh alone cherishing the memories of our meets at the restaurant we used to call “Third home”. Sometimes, how the waiters also cracked jokes along with us.
