The telephone ring was not the usual kind, no real melody to it, just staccato rings at irregular intervals. Rahul answered the telephone in any case; not really surprised by the kind of ringing but more by the fact that someone was actually calling on the telephone in times when everybody called the cell phone.
“Hello! Hello!” he heard his own voice in a strange kind of echo and a strange humming but little else. He let the receiver back into its cradle.
It had been raining all night and Rahul could see that he was already late for work. The dark gloom outside had fooled him into believing that it was still early in the morning when it was really his time to wake up. He drew the curtains open to figure how bad the storm had been and what he saw revealed to him what was wrong with the telephone. The storm had knocked down the telephone pole and the telephone lines lay severed in a puddle emitting little electric sparks. What a mess!
The telephone rang again. Must be the electrical interference, Rahul thought, but answered nonetheless. This time he was certain he could hear a girl’s voice in background. He heard her saying something like, “it fell in the water…”
“Hello, this is Rahul Sharma, if you are trying to reach me, please call me on my cell phone!” Rahul instructed clearly and was about to hang up when a surprised voice asked, “Rahul Sharma?” “Yes!” Rahul answered a trifle irritated. “Whatever you do get into the elevator!” said the voice. Rahul was confused, “What?” “The elevator at work, get into it!” that was the last thing he heard before the line went completely dead.
Rahul got into the office building to find long queues snaking towards the three elevators. The shortest one had Riya standing at the end of it. Riya and Rahul had shared two years of their lives together but it did not last and the end was bitter. It would be really awkward standing there behind her in the line but it was what it was.
Riya noticed him and ignored him. He ignored her too.
The elevator doors opened allowing them in. When Riya got into the elevator it was almost full. Getting in would mean standing really close to her and “Literally” rubbing shoulders with her. And then he remembered, “Whatever you do get into the elevator!” He got in.
They rode the elevator in silence and soon the car was empty of everyone but them. They looked away. Three more floors to go. The elevator gave a sudden jerk and stopped and then the lights went out. Great, thought Rahul, this was the last thing they needed.
They stood motionless in the darkness for a while. Rahul knew that Riya was scared of the dark.
He told her that it would be all right. She thanked him.
Silence.
He looked nice in blue she told him. He thanked her.
Silence
He asked her if she was getting married next month. She said she was.
Silence.
He told her it hurt him a lot. He still missed her.
Silence
She said she missed him too. It hurt her a lot too.
Silence.
He heard her crying softly. His hand found her hand. She came into his arms easily.
The lights came on.
Two months later they sat together in the candlelight, the rain fell softly outside. Riya had ordered some Chinese takeaway and Rahul had brought some wine. They laughed and spoke all kinds of nonsense that made them fall even more in love with each other, it was great to be back together. After that day in the elevator it took only hours for Riya to call off her wedding and a week later Rahul asked her to move in.
Riya was trying to fix her cell phone by the candlelight. Rahul took it from her offering to help. It was then that he noticed that the phone seemed connected to another telephone line. He heard himself saying “Hello! Hello!” Then he heard the voice say, “Hello, this is Rahul Sharma, if you are trying to reach me, please call me on my cell phone!”
-Arsee.