"God please get my call through, please please" Ana murmured under her breath as she desperately tried Sam’s number for the eleventh time that evening.
It had been a year since she had last talked to him, and she somehow hoped just talking to him would give her some answer. Mike was a nice guy, at least he seemed so, he did show quite a lot of interest in her. She didn’t really know what to feel. Should she accept life today even if slightly imperfect , or forever hold out for that one elusive ray of hope. Sam was just a friend, and Mike wanted to be more than a friend.
"Alright, this is the last time I ll try. If I get through this time and hear his voice, I ll know if I still love him, and if I don't then probably that's what god wants....I ll move on."
Ana hardened herself, drew a deep breath and dialed the number.
Still no answer.
Two days later she got a mail from Sam, saying he came to know that she had called Selina to get his number, thanked her for the ecard she had sent on his birthday, and explained that she could not have got the line through coz his phone was out of order.
"Who cares anymore", Ana shrugged.
Things with Mike didn't work out. He wasn't all that nice he had seemed. And now Ana sometimes wondered how could she have turned so blind an eye to all his follies. How could she have chosen such a sure shot path to doom. Was it her anger against Sam that made her do all that? Three years and two more broken relationships later, Ana still didn't know where Sam stood in her life.
Ana is sitting across the table from Sam, sipping coffee, they are chatting like old college friends, and these memories cross her mind. Ana wonders again what this guy means in her life.
"Will I love him, or anyone ever again? Had I got him on line that day, would it have been different? How different?" She is lost in her thoughts, but Sam doesn’t notice, she is still chatting quite animatedly.
"Had I got her on line that day, would it have been different?" Sam is thinking.
