The Call - short story

The phone rang at midnight.

'Who is it?' , she asked as she came closer.
'Ughh, no nothing, sleep sleep, let me check', I said as I looked at my cell phone.
It was her.

'Hello', I said picking up the call.
No response came from the other side.
'Hello', I said again.
'Hi Sid, it’s me. I know you are totally pissed off with me.', she said.
'Listen, you have hurt me a lot and I do not want to listen to you anymore', suddenly a drift anger came within me as I spoke.
'I know dear, I am sorry, for what I did. But then this is how it was planned. It was not in my hands. I had to do what I did. I tried to make you happy, but it’s just that things didn’t work out between us.', she was calm and composed.
'But still, you could have made it better for me. Nothing, absolutely nothing went right. At all point of time, all you gave me was sadness.', I almost cried remembering her.

'I do not have time, Sid. I just called up to say sorry and to make you realise that sometimes, you should forget the past and look ahead. Time waits for none and you should make the most of it. I tried to be with you as much as possible but now I am going away from you forever. Forget me if you can and Look ahead to a new life. Life is all about optimism and hope and whatever happens, happens for good. The truth is, despite your hatred towards me, I still love you, since at one point of time, I was a part of you. Forgive me if you can, Sid. Bye bye and have a good life ahead', the phone was cut and there was a silence.

She had called up. She, the year 2010, whom I tried to love, in whom I tried to find happiness. But she was right, I should look ahead. I should look forward to her, who was hugging me now. It was midnight. The time had come to embrace 2011. I looked at her as she looked back at me, with hope in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

‘Come to me dear’, she said.

I hugged her and wished, it is going be happiness revisited again!