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That One Contact Number

Thousands of contact numbers flash on my phone's screen with just a click on contacts list.
But, my soul yearns to dial that one contact number whose digits for me  and infact for all are anonymous.
That one contact number whose network is nondescript.
That one contact number which can never be registered or traced.
Often l dial that number when l am lost in sound sleep,
Even in sleep it seems my luck plays hard since from the other end no voice is heard as the call goes forever unanswered.
That one contact number has ten or more characters how to find ?
To which nation or territory that number belongs is Herculean to take hold off.
That one contact number whose recipient's sugary voice in my ears always rings but owner of that voice is now faceless.
During my ups and downs,
Rise and fall,
Success and failures,
Pains and joys ,
l yearn to dial that one contact number whose  misty receiver is all over the place, on my every side yet l am so helpless and unable to hear that  most cherished voice.
Since l have heard 'everything is possible if you want with earnestness 'l am sure one day l will get done that recharge that would connect me with that one contact number.
That one contact number's balance is recharged with inhalation of the last breath.
That one contact number belongs to my deceased father.
My beloved departed father who was gone forever before we could comprehend that after that one brutal moment he, his voice, his very being would become formless and a memory,
Which we will clasp tightly to ascertain that it should never get fainted.
That one contact number tonight l am sure in my sleep would again be dialled and like always would remain unanswered.






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  1. SuhanyAugust 27, 2021 at 8:02 AM

    😢😢 Very emotional

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  2. Mohini ChawlaAugust 27, 2021 at 8:12 AM

    🙏

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  3. UnknownAugust 27, 2021 at 8:27 AM

    Very touching and nostalgic

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  4. Nidhi mehtaAugust 27, 2021 at 8:34 AM

    Very touchy

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  5. Neha ChaudharyAugust 27, 2021 at 8:37 AM

    Profoundly Touching !✨

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  6. Sara ThindAugust 27, 2021 at 9:02 AM

    Very emotional and touching poem mam…

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  7. यश ख्वाहिशAugust 27, 2021 at 9:24 AM

    As I read the title I started thinking about the two precious contact numbers of my life...That one (Those two)contact number(s) tonight I am sure in my sleep would again be dialled and like always would remain unanswered.

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  8. Babbu mehtaAugust 27, 2021 at 10:31 AM

    I am reminded of my mom...l really Miss her

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  9. SavinderAugust 27, 2021 at 7:42 PM

    Very touching. Makes us emotional .

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  10. Reena NagpalAugust 27, 2021 at 11:18 PM

    Very touching poem

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  11. RashmiAugust 29, 2021 at 10:24 PM

    Heart touching 👌

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  12. The Harsh KapoorAugust 30, 2021 at 2:55 AM

    I always use to delete those numbers from my contact list which make me angry & keep those which motivate me to face each and every situation. 🙏🌺

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  13. Nomadic SoulJuly 5, 2022 at 6:21 AM

    Daughters are every Dads little Angel's ,a " Blessing and Prasad " for good deeds of a man for his past 7 lives. And you have been a epitome of a dedicated and loving daughter all your life. Your dad will always be proud of you and would be happily smiling from above to see you grow and prosper.

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