Life goes on (just one dance)

She could not beleive she had actually dialled his cell phone number, for the very first time and that was very unintentional too.

But hearing his ever cheerful voice let her beleive it.

"hola cómo estás mi amiga querida? " he asked

"bueno, gracias senor", Mawra suhail surprised him by replying in Spanish.

"wow, wow, so You understand Spanish? , she could hear him smiling. And her reflex was the same.

"Just as much as You understand Urdu." after ages she was getting her old sparkling self back. "Does he know magic", she was wondering.

His laughter was just as vibrant.

"I am glad to hear you senorina but can not speak longer, for I was already rushing towards a meeting when you called up."

" Oh I'm sorry for wrong timings", she really felt bad to disturb him.

"Not at all mi querida. Can I get back to You when Im home in evening?"

"Sure, why not", though in her hearts of heart she knew he wouldn't call, but still.

"See you then and thanx for the call" and with that he was gone off.

For a while Mawra kept staring at her cellphone, "Did I really call him up?". She asked herself.

For days she was perplexed and undecisive about this call but now that she heard him she found herself in slightly better state of mind, somewhat relaxed, however at the sametime, waiting for his evening call was already making her anxious.

"Is there a way out, my goodness, will I ever find peace."

There was restlessness before, when she wasn't calling him, there is anxiety now, if he will be calling back.

Mawra Suhail was entrapped in the maze of love.