In Raghavan’s house, there was an unspoken rule
if Appa calls, you answer.
His calls were always short.
“Had food?”
“Reached?”
“Lock the door.”
Nothing more.
As Arjun grew older, he stopped picking up sometimes.
Busy… tired… “I’ll call later.”
One night at 9:47 PM, his father called.
Arjun let it ring, called again, didn’t pick.
Later He called again.
Arjun answered.
But it wasn’t him.
“Your father has been admitted…”
Later, Arjun saw his phone.
Every day, one call to Arjun.
Some answered. Many missed.
Except that night.
Two calls.
Now, every night at 9:47, Arjun calls home.
“Had food?”
“Lock the door.”
Short calls.
Because he finally understood
in some families, love doesn’t speak.
It calls.
if Appa calls, you answer.
His calls were always short.
“Had food?”
“Reached?”
“Lock the door.”
Nothing more.
As Arjun grew older, he stopped picking up sometimes.
Busy… tired… “I’ll call later.”
One night at 9:47 PM, his father called.
Arjun let it ring, called again, didn’t pick.
Later He called again.
Arjun answered.
But it wasn’t him.
“Your father has been admitted…”
Later, Arjun saw his phone.
Every day, one call to Arjun.
Some answered. Many missed.
Except that night.
Two calls.
Now, every night at 9:47, Arjun calls home.
“Had food?”
“Lock the door.”
Short calls.
Because he finally understood
in some families, love doesn’t speak.
It calls.
