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The mobile rang once again. She hit the silence button. ‘Why doesn’t he ever stop?' No answer again. He puts his phone down, frustrated and hopeless. ‘If at all she answers my call, I’m going to tell her I hate her.’ “ Ths isn’t d right time 2 talk ”, she texts him. “I hate u”, came the reply. She frowned.  ‘He’s mad..But what option do I have?’                 Pallavi looks at the mobile Srikanth got her the last time they met. It wasn’t a gift; rather a necessity. That black  `  899 phone was their only means of communication. She slid it under the table and looked up. The Chemistry lecturer was giving the class, notes which least interested her. Good thing she was sitting in a place seldom noticed.   *****                 But  Sahana did. She noticed the way the girl beside her kep...

Mr.R is upto his usual work. Cleaning the desk- the first thing he does when he steps into his cabin. ‘A tiresome week!’ says something in his head. ‘Atleast all the bills are cleared…Or is it?’ ‘Let’s check… the electricity, grocery bills, family insurance, mediclaim, credit/debit card clearance, car EMI, housemaid’s salary, typist’s salary, driver’s salary, D’s tuition fee…Phew! I’ll be damned if I leave out something, if at all anything. Huh! What am I thinking?? I’m going nuts.’ A knock. ‘Mr.R?’ ‘You’re late’ ‘I can explain-’ ‘Get to work!’ he bellowed at the timid thing, I mean, the typist cum attendant.        Mr.R set right the photo stand on his desk. He saw his wife’s eyes staring blankly at him, with a trace of a smile on her lips though. ‘How expressionless they are!’ he wondered. ‘Always the same. One can never trust those eyes - those two black, boring eyes’. And there were D’s eyes smirking at him. He doesn’t see him smile th...