The List

Her phone rang and she hurried towards it, banging her small toe twice on the furniture on the way.

"Hey! I missed you so much!"

His voice already had the soothing effect. She forgot about her smarting small toe.

"Me too!"

"We've got only fifteen minutes. I have to get back soon. Now tell me how your day was. You'd messaged you had so many things to tell me! I want to know everything!"

She went on about every small detail of her day. They laughed together at the funny things that happened to her and cursed her colleagues whom she hated.

"and what was that 'the most funniest' thing you wanted to tell?"

"Oh! I don't remember!" she racked her brain impatiently, eyes closed hard.

"Oh man. How could you forget! Now I can't stop wondering what that could be!"

"What do I do! I had so much to tell I forgot that!"

"Oh yes," he said, "Here's an idea. From now on, you list down the things that you want to tell me, that way you will remember."

"I always make a mental note!" she huffed.

"Not a mental note, stupid! You write down the things. Maintain a list."

She laughed hard.
"Let's see. Such a geeky idea! No wonder it came from you!" she teased.

"Perks of falling for a geek. You are welcome."

She found herself following the geeky idea.

-The bright yellow flowers she found on the way to office (They hung like delicate strings on the tree.)
-A tiny error in the calculation of the accounts at office (She had spent hours in figuring out.)
-The pathetic taste of Pulaav she tried to cook (She hated going in the kitchen anyway.)
-The all new incident of dumbness of her hot colleague (That was a funny story, he would laugh his head off over that!)
-How much she loved him and missed him

The last item was always constant in her List.
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Over the time, his calls dwindled down. Every time her phone rang, she hurried to check the caller name.

Every time she realised it wasn't him, her heart sank terribly.

The items on her List kept piling up.

She would do that religiously, no matter what. Things would soon turn normal, she tells herself.

One day he left. And with him left her faith and hope.

Still.

Her brain instinctively makes the mental note of the things she wishes to tell him and her hands unmistakably move to the Notes in her mobile whenever anything interesting happens, to add to her List.

The List stops growing. Maybe nothing interesting happens to her anymore. Maybe she doesn't find anything interesting.

She wishes he comes back. She has a lot of things to tell him already.