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Phone Calls and Me.

 Growing up, I hated phone calls . The only call I took were those from my dad, when he used to live in another far-off City and those calls too, for the shortest period of time.


There were another set of events where I had to take the calls and sometimes, initiate them all together. I guess you too guessed it- BIRTHDAYS!  Sometimes theirs  and at others, mime.

When I joined college and took on responsibilities, I had to keep my self available for others. They may call or text when-so-ever and then, it would be my job to sort that query. I didn't like that initially yet, once started,  I would love to interact with them.

The texts and messages poured in, with a variety of Tasks-at- Hand for me and I dedicated my self for that, given the appreciation I received .

The people I worked for were happy and satisfied with me. Who wouldn't be satisfied when there tasks were done with utter sincerity.

There was no reason to be Unhappy though!

Maybe, it was during this time that I lost hesitation towards calls and interactions. I don't know if that's  Fortunate or Not, but that's where I landed.

These days are better. I interact better and, no matter I do have a faster heart rate when a call rings for a task, once ensuring that I ain't faulted anyone anyhow, I deal better with things.

When my friends call me these days, the flow of talks doesn't break. Talks are long, smooth and all what's an ideal quality time is meant to be.

I look forward for calls from my friends and to be honest , I am least inclined towards work-from-home- calls.

That's a natural change in preference I guess! 

Let's see where all these dots join and if I'll land up in things better off!

Thanks.

ANU

 

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