Love and Smartphone

It was one of the difficult situations when I moved to a new house. From the outside it didn’t look much old, interior was decorated by spider web. Owner informed me that someone would come to clean, perhaps I reached early. Previous tenant might have forgotten to carry their almirah. Inside there was a torn notebook with yellow pages. The words fragmented moments were written with red ink on top. My curious fingers turned the first page.


Dear notebook, I’m lucky that I got you in life who can take all my happiness and pain anytime. Ned barely talks to me. I have been looking at his calm face, busy eyes and his occupied hands. I often wander to reminiscences of past years when we listened to each others’ unspoken words. Now it’s all quiet. Our heart stopped singing song, we don’t touch each others’ skin anymore except the sex seconds. We don’t give a damn to each others’ feelings anymore.

To be continued…✍️

{Kindly don’t use for plagiarism}

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