I ran down the stairs and lifted the receiver, 'Hello', I panted heavily.
'It's me…', his voice was low and hesitant; still it soothed the stinging pain within me.
'I…', he hesitated,'…I can't…', he sighed.
'…can't make it this time??' I tried hard to keep my voice from trembling.
'They've declared war again…', he said after a long pause.
'Papa wants to -'
'I've to go…I promise I'll call you soon.'
' -meet you…', my voice trailed off; he'd disconnected already.
15 years passed. He has yet to fulfill his promise.
Word count – 91
Written by Chirasree Bose for 28 JULY 2017