Aryaman had a packed schedule back home with meetings, inaugurations and speeches: all lined up one after the other. By the time he retired for the day, he was thoroughly exhausted. He looked at the watch, it was half-past twelve in Washington. He calculated the time forward and found it was decent enough for a call to Myra.
Myra was equally anxious for a call from him. It had been two days since he flew back to the US. She was waiting for his call ever since and would jump in anticipation every time her phone rang. Everybody called – husband, friends, family, people seeking charity – but no call from him. And she vacillated between hope and disappointment.
And then, the phone rang; and it rang to the beats of her heart. She snatched it quickly and greedily and smiled at the international number flashing on the screen. "Hello" she crooned
"What were you doing?" he asked in a low husky voice
"Waiting for your call." –she blurted involuntarily.
