Trials and Tribulations faced by Swati's phone

Swati gets many calls daily. Today was no exception.

The first call wakes her up from one of her pointless dreams. Its Dr (ahem.. she can't take names), an ex-contact from her journalism days. He had even given her an eye check up once, free of cost!

I Dr: Swati... Im taking my parents to Tirupati... Can you please put this in your paper..
Swati: No..I...
I Dr: no no.. i can link it up to medicine... see... its because they can see so well even at this age that they can go to Tirupati in the first place...
Swati: Dr.. I...
I Dr: Im telling you its a great story! If you don't then I will give it to Times of India

Swati would have used colorful language but she thought of the free eye check up and softened. She would be nice to the silly blighter.


The second call was from a long lost ex whom she had conveniently forgotten. But unfortunately, he hadn't.

He: hiiiii... how are you
She: hiie...im fine... how are you?
He: Im fine

Silence

He: Hows work?
She: Work is fine... How is your work?
He: oh... going on

Pause. Swati thinks of what to say next.

He: hows dad?
Me: dad is fine
He: and mom?
Me: mom is also fine

Breathe in. Breathe out. Yoga helps.


The third call.


She says: My son wants to act
Swati:Umm...ok... thats nice... (2nd inaudible track: toh main kya karu?)
She: haan... toh main photus bhejna chahti hoon... aapka email id milega... woh sahi mein bahut accha actor hai
Swati: uh huh.. theek hai...kya umar hai (coz swati is looking for a 25 year old for her short film)
She: woh june mein do saal ka hoga.


Swati's phone is now contemplating suicide.