An anonymous whisper...

The fun I used to have in my teens were really marvellous. If anyone had thought since I was an only child with a single parent, studying in a women's college, my life would have been drab, then they are in for a surprise!

We.. me and my inseparable friend, (then and now too), always find ways to keep ourselves amused. There were those long phone calls made late night (after everyone started to snore so that we can update our informations and GKs about locals) interrupted by a telephone operator whose main hobby during his night shift was to eavesdrop our tete a tete. He later said he always accepted his colleague's night shifts too so that he also would be kept updated. We were completely unaware of this third party intruding in our gosspis till one day when we were out of topic and was just idlying in petty matters, a voice suddenly said "Comeon girls, today you are sooooo boring.."! We both still dont know how we survided that moment.. cold and paralysed with fear and embarrasment, we couldnt find our voice even to ask who that person was! To make the matters worse, we were so startled to hear a stranger that the phones and the stands all tumbled down, making the snoring parents wake up and catch us redhanded.

The next day when we called, we were holding our breath! And then the voice came, saying that we kept him company in his otherwise boring job. He was a telephone operator in our telephone exchange. We were unsure of what to do. We had decided not to disclose ourselves. But he gave us our own history and geography word by word. He even knew the names of the boys we were eyeing. He used to sing songs for us, there were comments for each of our sentence, and a solution for the problems. We could know who all were calling whom. He could keep track of everyone's telehone calls, and we were reported immediately if someone we had eyes on had called and flirted with someone else. We were notified when our parents talked behind us. And most important, our phones were never out of order. Complaints were immediately taken care of without being asked.

It was like that for almost two years.. Our telephone became a living thing. It had a voice. It had life. And it had Power too. Then one day he got transferred. He had to go from our exchange. Even after going to another place, he used to contact us.. Sometimes, in the middle of our talk, a song used to weave its way to our ears.. Then slowly, he disappeared from our life.. Even now, we used to think about him.. our anonymous telephone operator.