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Reposting. The First Shock The First Shock Tisha had been frantically trying to contact him since late last night when he abruptly turned off all sort of communications with her. They had been talking almost an hour or more at a stretch until he suddenly lost his composer and turned off the desktop without any warning! It was too much for him to bear, Tisha seemed suddenly almost unreasonable to him. He could never believe that Tasha could hide anything from him! It was beyond his imagination. The gap started to widen gradually between the two after she came back home from Europe. He could feel the first hint of indifference when she was in France for a fortnight before visiting her niece in United Kingdom. She did not contact him during the first few days of her stay in France. He could not understand why Tisha was maintaining silence! Neither did she offer him any acceptable reason why she did not try to contact him soon after her arrival in Lyon. She simply said afterwards that, as she was busy, she could not buy a new sim card for her use in France! The matter though ended there but left the first sign of distrust between the two! It was the first week of October when she came back home. As usual, he wanted to talk to her at the schedule time. However, she seemed reluctant to maintain the regular schedule. She however explained why she was unable to chat as before. Tisha simply shocked him by disclosing for the first time that she lives with her husband in a house under the same roof. This was contrary to what she told him before. Without being asked, she went on saying, “perhaps, you feel surprised why I said you otherwise initially when we met. Things have changed. I now live with him on humanitarian ground, as he is very sick and cannot take care of him! His close relatives do not live here either. There is another thing you ought to know my dear. My loves him very much. I have to see that part of our lives too for the time being! Hope you could understand what I wanted to say you.” “Yes, I am trying to understand. However, it takes time to understand all the complications, Tisha! One thing is now clear to me why you did not want me to ring your fixed phone!`` “Now you know, do you not?” “Yes, I do. Anyway, what had kept you busy this evening? You were not reachable on cell phone either. I found your messenger handle busy too!” ‘May be I was busy chatting with my relatives’ or friends. I cannot remember what kept me busy”. “Never mind, Tisha, sometimes new friends may keep one very busy for obvious reasons!’ What do you mean? Did I tell you that he is a new friend? He is an old acquaintance. It remained so long dormant. I came across all his e-mails while deleting the files today. It seems he visits my profile picture everyday! I now can recollect that I might have talked to him once or twice in the past!” “Is he the one who always puts your handle within the first brackets whenever he feels like greeting you?” “Maybe, but am not sure about it. Others also like to do such things frequently too. They all like me! Do they not?” “Yes, it appears so now. But I have not done so as yet!” “You never explained why you have so far refrained yourself from doing so!” “No, I have not. Did it hurt you?” I don’t know!” “Wonderful! May be, you are to spent more times now to make responses to those accumulated e-mails, I presume. Take your time, Tisha. I have to leave now. Stay happy and well.” He turned of the desktop abruptly without giving Tisha, any chance to make a reply. The Tisha Stories. To Be Continued from now on.     |
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This is a true story that is yet to end. We all know who Tisha Could be! May be you too, Maggie. Let us see what is revealed in the end. Until then, we may wait.
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It may turn out to be a sad story for the man who trusted his beloved Tisha. Or it may end happily for both. Let us wait for the outcome. Have a wonderful weekend. .
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It pleases me most to read from you once again here. Thanks for your kind visit. Roxy, the story has not yet ended. Perhaps it is going to be more complicated. You know that a true story could surpass all our imagination. Have a wonderful week.
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Smoke and mirrors - an unpleasant little game of serving one's 'needs' at the expense of others. Let the chips fall where they may - better to confront deception than turn a blind eye.
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Smoke and mirrors - an unpleasant little game of serving one's 'needs' at the expense of others. Let the chips fall where they may - better to confront deception than turn a blind eye.
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