The Wrong Number

Chapter - 2

                                                                                   ‘The questions’

I never had dared to talk to girls in person. It’s not like I was not good in appearance, it was a kind of phobia or fear to get rejected by a girl which always forbade me to have conversations with them. I was doing my engineering in the Mechanical field and most of the students in my class were only boys, so it was kind of a first opportunity for me to talk to or be a friend of a girl but I guessed I had lost that chance too.

               After having dinner, I came back into my room and picked my phone, no message was there. I lay down on my bed and started thinking about the answer to her question. What was my sole purpose to know her? Why did I want to persist that conversation? I couldn’t say because I liked her voice, that could be a very lame reason to talk to a girl and she might have heard that compliment many times. I was thinking quite hard. Why talking to girls can’t be as easy as that to boys? Why it creates discomfort in the former case? We all are human beings with the same sensory organs, just because our genitals are dissimilar, does that mean there should be dissimilarity in thoughts too. Why we can’t think in harmony? There was just a simple fact behind that conversation; opposite-s*x attracts each other, what was the rocket science in that which she wanted to know? Why couldn’t she understand such a simple logic? I am not going to answer any of her questions I thought, turned my phone to silent mode, and went to sleep.

                The next morning I woke up with an alarm. I picked my phone to dismiss the alarm when saw one text flashing on it, it was the Good morning text from the ‘wrong number’. Oh, so she wants to talk to me, I thought and wished her good morning too.

“Have you come to an answer?” she texted back. I ignored her question and asked in return,” What is your name?”

“Just answer me of my question and you will get to know for your”, she replied. I was letting myself be submissive, what kind of desperation was that?

“Okay, give me some time, I will answer you shortly”, I texted.

“Okay, I will wait for your text. Until then, goodbye”, she wrote. I put my phone away and again started thinking of an answer. I was sure that she was not going to give up so I had to invent some idea, an answer, honest or made up it wasn’t mattering anymore. After thinking for a while I texted her,” So this is the answer to your question, I want to continue our conversation or you can say I’m very much interested in it because I don’t have any female friend or a female acquaintance. The only female who is there in my life is my mother. Sometimes my aunt calls me to help her son in studies, but I don’t think that comes in any sort of special bond. I’m seeking for something more special. I want to have a girl in my life with whom I can have some sort of discussion; with whom I can share my deepest thoughts.”

“What kind of deep thoughts?” her text came with another question. I sat tightly on my bed. I was kind of ready to do that combat of words with her. I was an engineer, if I could fix a machine, I could easily give an answer to her question too but I was wrong, fixing a machine is a much easier task than to know what is going on in a female’s mind or what her next question can be, why some wise person didn’t tell me this at that time?

               I took my time to think and replied,” The thoughts which I can’t disclose to or share with my mother or my friends who are boys. And before you direct my words into another path, let me be very clear, I can have a discussion on s*x and any topic related to s*x with my friends, so I’m not looking for that kind of bond. Of course, I’m a guy and I do have urges but I am not a jerk who is just seeking a girl for the fulfillment of these impulses, and most importantly, I don’t have any intention of sharing those desires with you.” I was feeling proud of my answer but she didn’t let me stay in that state for long when she blasted one another question,” Why you don’t want to share those desires with me? Didn’t you say you want a special bond with some girl, doesn’t that special bond includes every conversation, every embarrassing thought which you can’t share with others?” Her every question was leaving me in bewilderment. It was like she was just trying to baffle me, trying to manipulate me through her words. I couldn’t understand what exactly she wanted me to say. Was she examining me? Was she characterizing me? I had never thought so hard even during my exams which I was doing to answer her every question.

“What exactly you want me to say?” I asked her at last.

“I want you to speak your heart”, she replied.

“My heart doesn’t know anything and why you are the only one who is allowed to ask the questions? I had asked you one simple question not once, not twice, but thrice but you didn’t answer me on that. I don’t even know your name and still, I’m trying to give you an answer to each question, is it not discrimination? Are not you taking an advantage of being a girl?” it was my turn to ask her questions.

“I will call you tonight and then we will discuss whatever you have in your mind, till then bye”, she replied. That was going to be a long day.