The Voice on the phone.
The Voice on the phone. I am sitting on my bed, staring out the window. My room lit dimly, but my thoughts as bright as ever. Its 3 am and my parents are asleep. My brother still awake and lost, in the virtual world of sitcoms. Everything is fine, I tell myself. My life is sorted, at least to an outsider. I have all the comforts required to lead a decent living. My parents have provided me with the best of everything. I am blessed with a great family and all kind of friends; the good, the fake and the annoying. I have absolutely everything a girl in her twenties can have, here. Except one thing; Him. I am not a girl who makes a relationship the heart of her life. I am logical, rational and practical. Really, I don’t believe in fairy tales and I hate flowers. I am not conventional. I am “hardcore”. I am not scared of anything. I have always been in control of my emotions. I don’t go with the flow, I seldom obsess over things. I am always safe and secure. I hardly let anyone