Pure bliss..

It was late that night, when Rinky desperately wanted to speak to somebody, rather she wanted to listen to somebody (& perhaps she wanted neither!). She needed something or should I say that she wanted something. Was it mental peace or was it only a whim? (She had always been dubious about what her various ‘something’-s meant.)
Rinky found herself gazing at the telephone, hardly thinking that it would ring; but ring it did, with an unexpected person on the other end of the line. The very moment of recognition of the familiar voice gave her an unbounded joy. That calm yet strong, quiet yet supportive, vague yet apt, practical yet understanding voice gradually seemed to fulfill that void of ‘something’. The moment there was silence, she filled it with a couple of sentences, maybe because she wanted the conversation to go on.
Even though it took place because it should have, she felt that she was speaking to the right person. She had got exactly what she had longed for, & that left her completely pacified. Somewhere, something had ‘clicked’.Sooner or later the blissful effect had to die down. It was time to say ‘bye’, when Rinky wanted to say just anything other than that three-lettered word. For the first time, did she want to come out with the words, “Please don’t hang up.” That was exactly when she did away with her desire & filled in the conversation with the least wanted trio.