RING RING
RING RING
I hadn't seen the caller ID yet,
but i knew who exactly was calling.
I hadn't seen let alone saved the number,
but there was an aura that just radiated with every echo of that ringtone,
that was screaming out loud who it was on the other side.
I knew i didn't want to talk to that person,
I knew i shouldn't want to either,
I knew i should not pick up the phone,
but i am as naive as i can be.
Before I'd realized, i had picked the phone up and answered "Hello"
There was a momentary silence and I could feel that there was this evil grin on the other side though i could not see it.
"Hello! How've you been? Mind if i come over?".
It was my old friend,
the friend I had known for the longest of time,
my friend but never was friendly.
"I've been fine so far but i know i won't be now that you've called, What do you want this time, Depression! My old friend?"
"Nothing much,
We used to be together all the time,
I realized that we haven't met for a while now, so i decided we should catch up, hang out, call other friends!
What say?"
"Who friends?"
"Mmmm, lets see who else is free and can make it,
I talked with happiness, he said he will be away for a while because he has family issues going on.
Smile said that he failed his exams and needs to study.
Hope is in trauma right now because he realizes that the girl he loves from the deepest of the heart will never love him back.
Pleasure had an accident last week.
Laughter had a stroke and he may die.
So i guess, they can't make it.
But i contacted with other friends and they said that they will be there.
So yes, Sadness, Fear, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Tears and Guilt they are already up for this party"
"But i dont wanna be at this party"
"Why? Don't you wanna have fun?"
"Its not fun having fun when you dont wanna have fun"
"Come on! Trust me. It will be a blast."
"i can never trust you now. You have changed.
You always did. You never stayed the same.
Every time you left and came back again, you were always different.
Every time you were someone else.
You change so much that the word change has started to feel the same instead.
You have become the synonym.
You have become the meaning of change."
"Now , Now, Don't you say that.
I have not changed a bit.
Not even once,
How can you be so sure about that?"
"Oh! Depression, I am not that 8 year old kid now.
I can see things, I can realize change.
You have changed so many times in so many ways that even listing the changes would cost me lifetime let alone defining them.
You were always different.
You were an algebraic equation, that always had different solutions.
You were a wizard, a magician, a shape shifter.
With a flick of your wand, you changed yourself.
Sometimes you were as insignificant as a single drop of water in the ocean,
the other times you were the ocean and drowned me.
Sometimes you were as tiny as a matchstick,
the other times you were the fire that it created which burned me alive.
Sometimes you were a breath of air from the lips of someone you loved that you just kissed,
the other times you were the air that was so powerful that brought down my entire life like a storm.
Sometimes you were a spark, a ray of hope,
the other times you were lightning itself, tearing everything apart.
Sometimes you were a tiny tree that symbolized growth,
the other times you were the entire forest that i got lost in waiting for the wild animals to devour me.
Sometimes you were just one,
the other times you were the only one.
You change.
You change so fast that if i were to click a picture of yours,
from the moment the shutter had closed to the point where the photo pops, you would have already had a new face."
"But you still coming to this party right?"
"No, Depression. I won't "
"Hahahah, As if you own your life, I know you will. See you at the weekend"
I pause for a while.
He was right.
He knew me.
Even though he changed all the times, he knew me .
He was right when he said i would attend the party.
"Do i have any other choice? I will be there."
Beep Beep Beep.
He hung the phone.
I now had to get ready for the party.
So I had to wear decent.
I put on my best fake smile that was hiding behind the pains.
I put on the best perfume that smelled like "I dont wanna live"
I put on my shades that looked like "The eyes behind this are crying"
I went!
I saw Depression in the corner, with my other friends.
They were all there, Anxiety, tears, everyone including
S-adness
U-gly
I-ntrovertism
C-ries
I-nadequate
D-rowning
E-nd.
