the unmoving bastard

what good is a cell phone?
you stare at it for long. hoping for it to ring. hoping for it to light up with that name. 
and its bloody unmoving.
and then it makes noise when you don't want anything to do with it or anything else at all.

if only it could carry a smile with it as well, instead of the dumb smiley. a real smile. the infectious one.
if only it could carry touch, the caring 'i am here' touch. a real tight hold on the silent cowering fingers.

Comments

Ankita said…
hiiii!

heheh! all the best ;D
Eternal Child said…
woah! read my mind there! :O
Strider said…
I feel you bro...
go...
put that loop on...
Ajinkya said…
thanx as, arati and ambya. :)
(p.s. - loop it is.. and guess what is on loop these days..
'natarang ubha' from the movie natarang. brilliant stuff.)
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