The Random Call

 

Part 1
There are random people I know,
With myriad randomness to show,
Who would call me just whenever,

Text me maybe now, maybe never.
But not him. Nuh nuh, not once.
Was there ever a chance,
Of anything remotely unknown,
Any random randomness shown.

Every Friday without fail
Come rain, or snow, or hail,
As the clock struck five,
On his work-to-home drive,
He would always dial my name,
Our chat always the same.
“Oh hey, how do you do?
How has the week been for you?”
“I am doing good, how about you?
Did the week carry something new?”
Some weeks, “Same old, same old”
Sometimes there was news to be told.
Yet the weekly norm never broke.
Every Friday for sure we spoke.

Part 2
Till one such week. No call came.
The clock struck five all the same.
Yet, five became six, then seven, then eight
And it turned into an endless wait.
Ominous thoughts came down hard.
Worries started pumping the heart
Why wouldn’t the phone show his name?
Is it my-side or his-side to blame?
Oh! is it this? Or is it that?
Can't he drop a text or chat??
Friday came, and Friday went.
The worried heart tired and spent,
Stopped waiting for the phone to ring.
Resigned to whatever fate would bring.
Monday came, the clock struck two.
I had lost hope of hearing from you,
When suddenly my poor dear eyes
Widened with disbelieving surprise.

Part 3
“Oh hey, how do you do?
How has the week been for you?”
You said as if nothing had changed
As if this Monday was pre-arranged.
“I am doing good, how about you?
Did the week carry something new?”
I answered, without missing a beat.
My autopilot words on repeat. 
Then, "Why did you skip last Friday's call?
Did you perhaps take a fall?
Was it your brain, or liver, or spleen
Which made you break our routine?”

“Oh no such thing, all is just fine
Calling you had just skipped my mind”

Part 4
And with that, I can conclusively say,
Of all people who have come my way,
He turned out to be the randomest of all.
To beak our 30-year ‘Every Friday’ Call !!!