It's 9 a.m. and even though I know I need to get up and get dressed for work, I just can't seem to gather the energy to get up. I've been feeling this way for quite some time now. Everything just seems so heavy but I can feel that I'm empty on the inside. "What could be the reason?", I've been wondering this for quite some time now. As my hands reach for my phone and I open it, the reason finally hits me. The emptiness that I've been feeling on the inside is reflected perfectly on my phone screen.
My mind now swims back to the glorious days. Those days when the sweet *ting* of your messages kept me up all night. You think I don't remember the exact way the phone's light hit my face as I groggily switched on the screen in the morning? In fact, I even remember the exact intensity of the light. It used to warm my face in the cold winter mornings.
But now there is never a message from the group chat named "F.R.I.E.N.D.S". I spend the nights holding my silent phone close to my heart but no longer do I wake up to 2000 messages. The only roast that I get now is from biriyanis and sadly that also happens very rarely.
As I look at the time again, I see that it's 9:30 a.m. I quickly wipe the single tear from my face and console myself with the thought that at least I had the privilege of having a group chat on fire. I make a mental note that one day I will sit my kids by the fire and tell them the story of the days when the group chat was on fire and there was never a lonely moment.
The fire has long faded and for now, only Charlie Puth's words can explain my inner turmoil, "We don't talk anymore, like we used to do".
Tasnim Odrika is having an existential crisis at the moment and doesn't really know who she is anymore. Send her compliments at [email protected]