A Phone Call To Heaven

“Hello, how may I help you?”

“Hello, customer care uncle. Can you connect a call to this number?”, a tender voice of 10-year-old Thara hit Rohan's eardrums.

“Can you tell me the number and the problem?”

“Every time I call my father, he isn't picking up. Mom said that he went to heaven for a trip on his bike. I just wanted to tell him that he forgot his helmet!!”

All the practiced words tickled but his vocal chord refused to utter.

“Uh..uh..You..You know, this company doesn't seem to have a mobile tower over there. We will try to get it fixed, dear”, a lump covered his throat.

“Okay, uncle. Thank you”

His memories glittered around the lapping waves of his tears. “Was it the sheer innocence of that voice which made me alive even after skipping a heartbeat at that moment?”