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And she stared at the monitor for a long long time after the last bb. The screen read any message you send may not be received by the other end. The person seems to be offline. After a three hour long conversation on the screen, he had to leave suddenly after a call from home, and he leaves. All of a sudden this silence on the screen is strange to Nisha. She looks around her room, stunned to be back. The milk by the telephone has gone cold. There is a heavy downpour outside. The slanting rain drops have moistened her bed. The loud noise made by the constant battering of rain drops on tin roofs is deafening. The curtains are ruffled of the constant wind. A sharp cold gust blows through the open windows. She feels the pang of cold on her bare arms. She hasn’t got a jacket on. She is hungry. And she feels alone.

It’s 1 at night. Her parents have long ago gone to bed.

Nisha shuts off the monitor and walks away from the computer. She sips the milk, stung by its coldness. The phone rings and she picks it up on the first ring. “Hello” her voice is softened by the surrounding silence...

Pls continue if you feel like.