My Mother’s Prince - The Silence Between Two Calls - Part 16
The Silence Between Two Calls
Distance does not always mean kilometers.
Sometimes it means…
two busy people with good intentions and very little time.
A week had passed since Meera moved to the new branch.
The first two days they spoke normally.
Small conversations.
“How was work?”
“Too many files.”
“Did you eat?”
“Yes.”
Very normal.
Very… careful.
But by the fifth day, something changed.
Work at his branch suddenly increased.
Two staff members were on leave.
Which meant…
More work for him.
More responsibility.
More mistakes to avoid.
More tea.
One evening he reached home late.
His mother looked up from the kitchen.
“You look like someone who fought a tiger.”
He dropped his bag.
“Not tiger.”
“What then?”
“Excel sheet.”
She nodded seriously.
“Yes… Excel sheet is more dangerous.”
After dinner he checked his phone.
One message from Meera.
“Long day. Talk tomorrow?”
He typed quickly.
“Same here. Tomorrow.”
But tomorrow became another busy day.
And then another.
And then another.
Four days later, he realized something strange.
He had not heard her voice for almost a week.
Not because they didn’t want to talk.
But because life had quietly filled every small space.
He stared at the phone.
“Should I call?”
His brain started its usual meeting.
What if she is busy?
What if she thinks I’m disturbing?
What if she is sleeping?
His heart said one thing.
“Just call.”
His brain said another.
“Send message first.”
Finally he sent:
“Are you free?”
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes.
No reply.
He placed the phone down.
“Maybe she’s working,” he told himself.
But somewhere inside…
A small uncomfortable thought appeared.
Maybe distance is already doing its work.
Meanwhile…
In another part of the city, Meera was still at the office.
Her new branch was bigger.
Busier.
Louder.
And full of people who liked talking too much.
Her phone was inside her bag.
On silent.
Under three files and a notebook.
Back home, his mother was watching him pace around.
“You are walking like the electricity bill is chasing you.”
He stopped.
“Nothing.”
She looked at him with suspicious mother-eyes.
“Girl problem?”
He froze.
“How do you know these things?”
She smiled.
“I raised you.”
Fair point.
He sat down.
“We haven’t spoken in a few days.”
“That’s normal.”
“But what if…”
She interrupted immediately.
“No ‘what if’.”
He waited.
She continued calmly.
“Two people building careers will have busy days.”
He sighed.
“But silence feels heavy.”
She laughed.
“When your father was working in another town, sometimes we didn’t talk for two weeks.”
He looked shocked.
“How did you survive?”
She shrugged.
“Landline was expensive.”
Then she added with a smile,
“Also… I trusted him.”
At that exact moment…
His phone vibrated.
Message from Meera.
“Sorry! Just saw this. New branch is chaos.”
He immediately replied.
“I guessed.”
Another message came.
“Can I call?”
His heart suddenly beat like a drum.
He tried to reply normally.
“Yes.”
But before he could press send…
The phone rang.
He stepped outside to the small balcony.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then both laughed.
“Why are we laughing?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe relief,” she said.
She told him about the new office.
Too many customers.
Too many meetings.
One colleague who talks nonstop.
“I think he breathes through conversation,” she said.
He laughed.
“I know someone like that.”
“Who?”
“The tea boy from our branch.”
Then she asked something suddenly serious.
“Were you worried?”
He thought about lying.
But Version Two had a rule.
No unnecessary hiding.
“Yes,” he said honestly.
There was a small pause.
“Good,” she replied.
He blinked.
“Good?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because it means you care.”
He smiled.
“But I didn’t panic.”
“Even better.”
Then she said something that surprised him.
“Next month there is an internal exam in my bank.”
“For promotion?”
“Yes.”
“That’s great.”
“Also terrifying.”
He thought for a second.
“You’ll clear it.”
“You sound confident.”
“I’ve seen how your brain works.”
She laughed.
“That’s the nerdiest compliment I’ve ever received.”
Then she asked him a question.
“What about you? Any new plans?”
He hesitated.
“There is an internal certification exam here too.”
“And?”
“I’m thinking of writing it.”
“Thinking?”
“Yes.”
She became quiet for a moment.
Then she said softly,
“Write it.”
“Why?”
“Because the boy who once thought he couldn’t face interviews…”
“…now deserves bigger rooms.”
He didn’t reply immediately.
Some encouragements are too heavy to answer quickly.
After the call ended, he stayed in the balcony for a long time.
The city lights looked different tonight.
Not lonely.
Just… distant.
And distance, he realized,
is not always the enemy.
Sometimes it simply asks one question.
“Are you both still walking?”
And tonight the answer was still…
Yes.
At dinner his mother asked,
“Talked?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Then she said casually,
“So… when is the wedding?”
He nearly choked on water.
“Amma!”
She smiled peacefully.
“I’m planning early.”
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