And the phone rang when she had switched it on from aeroplane mode to give a final check at the whatsapps and sms's and missed calls. Before the night befell, the light of the screen created a dawn. Looking at the unknown number she picked it but the voice was not unknown, it was a voice well acquainted to, well adapted to, a voice that she heard almost everyday in her mind. After staying speechless for a while, because the mind started to find the correct choice of words, came a belated wish of a festival. Conversation started with the hows to whats to whens and it just flowed. Flowed but the mind was constantly conscious of the words to use lest it irked the voice on the phone, lest it invited a situation she had to explain using more words, creating more irritation for the voice. Somethings made her choke, somethings made her numb, somethings made her quiet, but the girly giggles continued. A few updates by her and the usual 'I m too busy' from the voice, the conversation started to ooze from the soul, at least by her ( The voice always said things and then denied them later or had always lambasted her that its all in her mind, she thought too much or she made everything about her so she could not give a word for his position because she was always hoped to understand). There was no track of time and yet it seems that the conversation was not over because it just started. But the worldly odd hours and time gap made her think that maybe the voice should take rest because the voice liked to sleep, even when she was there the voice slept with its face on the other side. Then it was a short bye. She texted him how she felt hearing his voice, but the unsent messages stared at her face even the next evening. She thought maybe she should call and tell this to the voice because typed words had no medium to reach him. But she was thinking whether to call or not because she didn't know how the voice would react to it, how will she explain it but she thought maybe the voice will not react like his usual, heated up, and the bell on the other side rang and then the voice was again busy and she is once again in the lull of the voice's chaos, in the chaos of the voice's lull.....
Just yesterday I was reading an article and it had before and now pictures of social media influencers and I noticed one common thing in quite a few of them. Can you guess?? Their faces had changed, and the change was not natural. I mean our appearances also change as we age, and not just age grooming, good diet, exercise, emotional health etc all these factors also have a big impact on our physical appearance. But the change I am talking about here is through artificial things, cosmetic surgery and fillers and all, like permanent changes. Now, first of all I would prefer not to comment on why they did it, what prompted them to do it and do they look good or bad now! No, not at all!! This is not a domain I would want to discuss to ponder on. It’s fine, they wanted it, and they did it. They feel good about it; it gives them confidence and satisfaction, wonderful! The whole idea of judging someone, based on their looks, clothes, even personality for that matter has to go ou...
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