It’s been a couple of hours since he left me. All my calls
are going in vain. Now I know how Sita must have felt in her exile bereft of
Ram, Arnab Goswami in his Maun Vrata and Jacqueline Fernandez in
Bollywood. Completely lost!
I pressed him hard to revive our relationship. Tried to
reconnect all the connection I could think of. In a moment of desperation,
breaching a barricade of robots, I reached his boss also who promised me a time
frame of 2 days to get him back. I know that his promise is as fake as Koena
Mitra’s nose.
How can he forget it all! How we stayed up till 2 in the
night talking sweet nothings, searching for the meaning of life and trying to
upgrade it all. I don’t know how to live anymore. I am sitting with my laptop
and tears roll down its eyes as well. Even the domino’s free pizza offer on
Friday night fails to cure my addiction to him. World seems black and white and
this is the closest I have come to experiencing rural life in a while.
Baby, please come back.
You are my soul mate. You are my search mate. Because you are my
Airtel Internet connection.
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