Our daily call has become a routine I never miss. It usually lasts only five minutes, and always happens after 11 at night. At first, that might sound short, but those five minutes carry a whole story of care, laughter, and sometimes, annoyance too( me in my கடுப்பாகுது my lord mood). The funny part? Most of the time, I’m the only one awake by the end of it.
Every night, I start the call with excitement. I’m ready to share everything that happened during the day – what I did, what went right, what went wrong. For the first couple of minutes, she listens, responds, and sometimes even laughs. But slowly, things begin to change. Her voice grows softer, her replies become shorter, and then comes the silence. That’s when I realize she has already fallen asleep, while I’m still in the middle of my story.
At first, I found it really annoying. After all, the entire call is just five minutes. Can’t she stay awake for that long? I would catch myself asking questions like, “Are you listening?” only to hear nothing back except the quietness of the line. It felt like I was hosting a podcast for one sleepy listener who never even finishes the episode.
But over time, I began to see the situation differently. Maybe it wasn’t about being bored or uninterested. Maybe it was about comfort. My voice had somehow become her lullaby. The call itself had turned into a bedtime story session, where I was the narrator and she was the dreamer. That thought made me smile, even if it was still a little frustrating.
Sometimes I even play along. When I notice she’s slipping into sleep, I keep talking softly, knowing full well she won’t remember a single word in the morning. Other times I just stay quiet, letting her sleep peacefully while the call remains connected. In those moments, it feels less like a conversation and more like a silent bond – as if simply being on the line is enough.
What makes these calls special is not their length, but the meaning behind them. Even if she falls asleep halfway through, the fact that we make time for this little ritual every night shows how much it matters. It’s not about having the longest conversations; it’s about having the most genuine ones, even if they last only a few minutes before dreams take over.
So yes, our call time may be just five minutes a day, and yes, most of those minutes end with her falling asleep while I’m still talking. But that’s exactly what makes it ours. Annoying? A little. Funny? Definitely. Special? More than anything else.
