Silence

A cup of coffee beside the windowsill and a guitar on his hand. He was used to it! Sitting by the window with the same old melody on his guitar over years, and the same cappuccino with two teaspoons of sugar regardless of any season. He was as gentle as a breeze and as calm as the sky. His fingers ran down the frets as if they were the robots assigned to that particular task. His eyes were motionless, staring out of the window, to the stars, twinkling to impress the solitary moon.

He threw a glance at his cellphone, it was 10:53. Suddenly, a charm grew over his eyes. They started to twinkle as the stars did up there. He took his left hand away from the guitar and picked up his cell phone. Slowly, he went to that number! He stopped for a while- he remembered how this went eight years before. He hesitated, but pressed the green button beside the number, conquering the dilemma. The ring went off. As expected, the call was picked up at the exact third ring. A sleepy but charismatic voice on the other end said, "Hello?". He kept quiet. The tears running down his eyes were the only proof showing how delighted he was to hear that voice after eight years. "Hello, Anyone there?" she said. Deadly silence. Just a word more, he thought and I will end this call.  "You there?" she said, and after few seconds, he pressed the red button.

His hands went into the guitar again. A miracle you must call it, he played a new melody after all these years, and still his hands were as swift as they could be. But the tone, sounded heavenly and his soul was delighted at it. Just before he could complete this piece in a single shot, his phone rang and to his utmost dismay, it was the same number. He picked it up. "Hello Mr. or Miss. silent, you better speak up. It is a crime to wake up a girl on the verge of midnight you know! And if my memory doesn't fail me, you are the same years old fellow giving me blank calls" she said. He wished for more of it, he wished for more words, and to his pleasure, she said again, "Do not call if you don’t speak".

At this point, all he could pray was sign languages to work on cell phones.