The ring

It has been 5 years since our marriage and we have been that highly intimate couple who lost our romance to our age and responsibilities. Usual morning kisses weren't sweet anymore, sometimes he even forgets and it's already too late to whine over these little things. Once he was busy looking at the calendar and our wedding day was veiled by his todo list. I remembered asking him to get me a puppy as our anniversary gift. And the time rolled on and he went to his office after forgetting our special day. Finally, I lost all my patience and dialled his number furiously and scolded him for some 10 minutes. A voice replied, "Had your lunch?". It wasn't a familiar one and I apologized realizing that I have dialled the wrong number. It's happy to hear a phone call after being lonely for so many years, a 60-year-old widower answered. The next day, I dialled the same number and the call lasted for less than a minute with "how are you and have you had your breakfast" and the routine continued. Sometimes he misses my calls but he says that the ring brings him solace and I never failed to call him because this bitter taste of loneliness rents in my taste buds too. And it's been a month, he didn't answer any of my calls, I wish he could hear the phone rings.

"Innisai mattum illai endraal naan endro endro irandhirupen". - "Withut music, I would have died a ling time ago"