Title: The 10 PM Call
Story:
1. The era of dial-up internet, cassette tapes, and the ultimate gatekeeper of teenage romance: the landline telephone.
Arjun had one mission in life—to hear Neha's voice. The problem? Neha's father, Mr. Sharma, a retired army man who treated every incoming call like a border infiltration.
First attempt: 7:32 PM.
"Hello?" Mr. Sharma's voice boomed like a warning shot.
"Uh, yes, sir. This is... this is Ramesh from the Telephone Department. We're doing a... line quality test. Could you please ask Neha to speak for a second?"
A long pause. "At 7:30 PM? For line test?"
"Yes, sir. Very important. New technology."
Neha came to the phone, confused. "Hello?"
"It's me, Arjun," he whispered. "Just say the line is clear."
"The line is... clear?" she said, trying not to laugh.
Mr. Sharma grabbed the phone back. "Line test done? Good. Call if there's problem." Click.
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Second attempt: Next day, 8:15 PM.
"Hello?"
"Good evening, sir. Same from Telephone Department. Follow-up test."
Mr. Sharma wasn't buying it. "You don't sound like same man. Yesterday was Ramesh. Today you sound like boy."
"I am Ramesh. I have... cold. Please, just one second with Neha."
Neha came, giggling silently. "Line is clear, Ramesh ji."
"Neha, why is Telephone Department calling you at dinner time?" Mr. Sharma's voice grew suspicious.
Click.
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Third attempt: 9:45 PM.
Mr. Sharma picked up, dead silence on his end.
"Hello? Sir?"
"I know it's you, telephone boy. You think I'm fool? My daughter is studying. Call again, I'll complain to real telephone department."
Click. Slam.
Arjun was defeated. His friend Sunil (the same chaos agent from the bus stop days) laughed hysterically. "Bhai, you need a strategy. War plan. You're fighting a retired army man with a landline."
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Then, a miracle.
The next afternoon, Neha called him. His own mother handed him the phone with a suspicious eyebrow raise.
"Arjun?" Neha's voice was a whisper, quick and nervous. "Papa is sleeping after lunch. Listen—call after 10 PM. Everyone is asleep by then. Just... let it ring twice, hang up, and call again. That's our signal."
Arjun's heart soared. A signal. A secret code. This was better than any film.
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That night, 10:01 PM.
Arjun called. Two rings. Hung up. Called again.
One ring.
"Hello?" Her whisper was like music.
"It worked!"
"Shhh! My brother is in the next room. Talk softly."
And they talked. About her day, his stupid college professor, the new Kumar Sanu cassette, how her father almost caught him three times. Hours melted into the night. The only light came from the streetlamp outside and the faint glow of the telephone dial.
At 1:30 AM, Arjun's door burst open.
His mother stood there, hair in rollers, eyes burning with the fury of a thousand unpaid bills.
"ARJUN! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? THE PHONE BILL WILL COME LIKE A MOUNTAIN! YOUR FATHER WILL HAVE A HEART ATTACK!"
From the phone, Neha's tiny giggle. Then a distant shout from her house: "Neha! Who's on phone at 1:30 AM?!"
"Nothing, Amma! Wrong number!"
"Wrong number for two hours?!"
Click.
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But the next night, at 10:01 PM, two rings sounded at the Sharma household. And at Arjun's house, a boy waited in the dark, finger hovering over the receiver, heart full of 90s romance and the sweet danger of a ringing phone.
Some love stories were written in letters. Theirs was written in whispers, late-night giggles, and the terrifying, beautiful sound of a parent picking up the extension line.
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