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I cannot really speak about my horrid tales with the telephone but I can definitely write about it. Maybe I am just a freak and so I guess I should not even write about it but if I do everybody should listen. I do not give a damn anyways, I think it is for the first time I have started to think and that too clearly. God, I was almost sure before this day that I am dumb ass of sorts but now I am thinking clearly. I forgot about the phone…oh yes …the phone. I was in love with a girl back home, a sweet girl, a pretty girl in fact I expect a letter from her any moment…well that is if she bothered to write to me. It has been the story always with me and her. She has never bothered to call and I used to call her around 5 times a day sometime sjust giving her blank calls thinking that she would understand that I had called and then sit by the telephone for almost half an hour waiting for her call. Sometimes just picking up the telephone just to check if it is working. Well it is working, it was working was sure ,, it is just that I was restless and I was in love with her and that I needed to hear her voice before I could proceed with anything, even with my own existence. I always thought I would choke if I did not talk to her any day.
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