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Four drops of tears rolled down my phone screen as I went off the phone. I watched them thin; from round chubby drops I watched, till they became faint sticky stripes on my phone screen.
The torrent of tears from my eyes came stronger as the phone call lengthened. With head on a pillow and phone placed against the ear, the escaping tears effortlessly flowed downwards, sealing the gap between the screen and my right cheek.
Beep beep beep, and the call was up with impressions created all over; a broken heart, a resounding voice in the head, noisy ears, flattened wet right cheek, weak right arm, tired neck and eyes lustrous from glossy tears. Yes, noisy ears. Noisy from disbelief- for same ears heard soothing words months ago.
Heartbreaking; so it was, for just in 1037 secs, a gigantic love story collided against an iceberg that robbed off on it. As cold as ice it has become, but it was once hot as the northern sunshine.
Owning no blames, the tears rolled down faithfully till the heart found momentary solace. The beginning had them, yet the end had them to witness.