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I stretched my arm to grab it and bust my anger out on the caller. But as soon as I got a hold on my phone, all my anger was replaced by astonished and worry as I glanced at the caller ID.

It was my mother calling! I immediately released my doubled fist that I had kept a hold on and the first question that crossed my mind was---

Ma ne mujhe call kyun kiya? unhone toh kabhi bhi working hours main ya duty ke time pe call nahi kiya-- balki unhone toh mujhe last one-month main call hi nahi kiya-- last time jab kiya tha, tab hospital se kiya tha. Shayad---

I left the thought hanging with millions of possibilities. All the color drained off my face as I thought about the call she made from the hospital and I could no longer feel the pain in my head, thinking for all the possibilities she must have called for, made my pain numb. As soon as I felt life returning to me with some senses, I quickly received the call leaving all those lifeless maps, graphs, files, journals and what not, dumped open on the table.

I am sure I heard mom sniffing and maybe she gulped down a sob to prevent its escape.