Last night, as I lay in bed, I found myself staring at the phone. Minutes turned into hours and as the clock struck twelve, I built up the strength to pick it up. Before the doubt could creep in, I dialed your number – but you didn’t answer.
“What could you have been doing at that time?” I wondered – an entirely perplexing mystery engaging my mind.
The Silence Felt Deafening
The ringing on the other end went unanswered. The steady tone became nothing short of a symphony of silence, an echoing void that amplified the distance between us. The deafening silence seemed to ask back: “What were you doing when I called?”
The Lingering Question: What Were You Doing?
Maybe you were engrossed in a book, the world within its pages enveloping your senses, rendering you oblivious to the calls from the real one. Or perhaps, you were serenading the tranquil night with soft melodies from your guitar, lost in a world of music.
Maybe you were sleeping, exhausted from the day’s trials. In the silent night, perhaps dreams were your sanctuary, the soft embrace of your pillow an undisturbed haven.
Missed Call: A Dialogue with Distance
So much can be inferred from an unanswered call. It reflects the space that can exist in our lives. Seemingly mundane routines of our lives might momentarily keep us at bay, yet unexpectedly sow the seeds of disconnect in our relationships. From my end, the ringing phone was a plea, a call for connection. From your end, who knows?
Bridging the Communication Gap: Moving Forward
The unanswered call left me echoing “What were you doing when I called?” The question seems simple, but it holds more depth than what meets the eye. It signifies a longing for connection, for understanding, for bridging gaps.
The next time I attempt to call you, will there be an answer? Will I get to unveil the mystery behind what you were doing? Will the deafening silence transform into a comforting exchange?
The unanswered call, though pointed out as a mute distance, is a journey. It’s a bridge from yearning to knowing, from the unspoken to the spoken, from the missed call to the answered one.
Even though the silence was longing, it leaves us with a promise of another possibility, another call, and maybe next time, the call won’t go unanswered.
So, the next time I dial your number and press the call button, I can only hope that the silence breaks, and instead of a monotonous ring, I hear your voice. Until then, I’m left with the echoing question:
“What were you doing when I called you?”