“Virat, your phone is ringing.”
“Huh? Let me sleep a little longer nah, it's barely 6 a.m.”
“Virat, Virat, get up, your coach is calling you for the sixth time.”
“Couldn't you tell me it's Dravid Sir?”
“I told you that the last four times I tried waking you up.”
“Oh shut u— Yes, hello Sir, I'm so sorry I was asleep.”
“Virat, where are you?”
“Where am I? I'm at home. Is there something I need to do?”
She is whispering in my ear, “Oh do not tell me you feel guilty now.”
My phone is ringing and—
YOU ARE READING
Knocking on your door (may I come in?)
FanfictionHer voice reverberates in my head. She has always been terribly clear but her voice has been a little raspy these last few days. I hope she is quite alright.
