I did something unusual this morning i.e. I received an anonymous phone call.
Matters became worse when the lady on the other end asked me to guess who she was, re-asserting my belief in the fact that people who received anonymous phone calls were plain ridiculous .
So, her game of putting me in an uncomfortable spot continued, despite my covert irritation until,I assume, she sensed that I might explode.
Then she put the charade to rest , inputting her name , details, how she had waited for my replies to her mails and had looked for me everywhere only to discover my number on an online job portal
Hearing her familiar voice after long years, I realized that we are never going to do everything exactly as it was meant to be done and that accepting it sooner or later is our only option.
I was thankful she hadn’t kept score of my wrongs.
This story was written for Six Sentence Stories at Zoe’s uncharted , the cue of the week being “score”. Thanks to Zoe for hosting the challenge.