Those three days.

My telephone cable got snapped on Saturday.

Excavation work was going on ,for laying some underground cable.

The workers, carelessly   gave a strong dug on the cable. leaving 150  telephone lines dead for almosr three days.  I  do not possess a mobile phone.

My work got paralysed, my contact with the outside world was almost nil.

I felt like Wordsworth’s “Solitary Reaper”.All alone, singing ,moving about in my garden reading my favourite books, listening to music, absolutely insulated from the  incessant jarring  my telephone emanated.

This lasted only for  a day.

My friends and well wishers, got  apprehensive and were upset, as to what had happened to me.

They called each other, but no one was able to give a tangent answer.

They ,then drew a master plan.

They grouped themselves into three. The first set, came to my house, the next morning, .They hesitated near the main gate, They slowly  pushed it without making the least noise,, usually my gate creakswhen it is pushed with force, moved silently through the pathway,and reached the main door. blissfully ,reading the newspaper.

The front  door was slightly ajar. They peeped through, but unable to find any human activity. Their heart was pounding. Perhaps,they thought that I must be dead. Then mustering courage , they took a step further, crossed the main door.The suspense was too much for them.Visibly moved and with fear in their eyes, they made way to the living room.

My divan was facing the wall. The room was still and silent.It was also chill, cold and damp ,because of the heavy rains .

They came close to my reclining divan.Once they spotted my straightened  legs, their courage disappeared, their heart sank,. With shaky movements they  advanced. I was engrossed in the newspaper. I  was not at all aware of the motions around me.

Seeing my comfortable posture, my friends let out a shriek. I jumped out of fright and got on my toes, my hands were searching to find  a stick to guard myself from unforeseen attacks..

I broke into laughter, when I saw the group.

My giggle was uncontrollable. My friends also joined me.

It looked as though they had rescued me from terrorists attack.

My phone got resumed just now.