The sleek steel grey landline with it's cordless handset gleams in the mid morning sunlight. It's only a fixture on the tabletop these past several years yet loved and flaunted for old times sake. Also, for the numerous times the handset had nestled in our palms. The vintage feel of it and the stronghold of memories I associate it with beats the smartphone by miles.
It has in turn been a confidante of our precious moments, some idling talk, some annoyance oh yes ! and all before Whatsapp made an entry into our lives and the poor dear was no longer in demand.
The world was at our fingertips. It doesn't complain, doesn't whimper, not even a sigh, murmur or a slightest hint at a whisper of life for the past decade and more! Except…
On Thursday the daylights were socked out of me! Lost in mundane chores, I had my gloved hands deep in a pile of soapy water scrubbing away at the breakfast dishes. The usual swell of silence was harshly rend by the landline from the living room!
Who! What!....the landline sang??? Uh… rang… No! It actually sang although out of tune! In a weird staccato Morse Code beep. Not the long drawn, blaring *triiiing triiiiing triiiing*...
Across the doorway to the kitchen and from where I'm standing, gives me a wide view of the entire sitting room.
In addition, the pulsing orange flashes from the screen of the handset froze me to the spot.
Hands soaked in dish soap. Dripping gloves. And an urgency of various pitches from this long dead gadget! Couldn't I move faster…
The screen was flashing lights in complete disarray to the goofy tunes coming out of the phone but there was no caller id and no number was displayed!
Moment of annoyance ( at that moment) Picking up the handset, I set it down again in the holder without uttering a 'Hello' and with a last gasp it drifted to deep sleep again. Until…!
That night, as I scrolled through IG, a random post showed up in my feed saying that one of the ways our passed on loved ones try communicating with us is through various devices-- electronic or electrical and it usually catches our attention. It's hard not to grasp the anomaly.
Ok! Moment of goosebumps! Was it dad on the landline in the morning? Could it be? Was this post a coincidence or an attempt at clarification?
A day or two ago before this incident, I did ask him for a sign though, but in a different form. Did he choose this medium? Unfortunately, the message was lost both ways. I didn't speak into the handset, neither do I decode Morse!
Ah well! For whatever it's worth, certainly there's a positive, guardian energy in my auric field. The device did get my attention, nevermind the slow registering into my limited human understanding.
There was no other attempt at contact or a bizarre situation. The astral realm has gone silent on me since then...
The phone is sleeping like a baby 💜
But am I?
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First of all, a catchy title. Reminds me of Adele's song. Coming to the story, a good mix of supernatural plus emotions. Maybe it was indeed a medium. If only you had picked up! Or maybe it was meant to just ring, to make you aware of the presence of a guardian angel.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your input dear Narayani 💜
DeleteSuch a poignant one. O’ how the Universe sends these subtle signs, only if we mortals could decipher. But at the end of the day, it satisfies our craving soul that ‘they’ did try to reach us! It’s all in that bond that transcends boundaries. Loved reading it!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your insights dear Debashree 💜💙
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