The Call
"Come out of the house right now!" a raspy voice sounds at the other end.
"Tanish?" I ask bewildered, "It's been so long —"
"Please come out and then we can talk."
"You're here?"
"On the other side of the road."
"But —" I fly down the stairs and cross the road, excited for the reunion. Violent tremors seize the ground underneath me. My building comes crashing down like a house of cards.
An earthquake.
"Tanish?"
My own phone rings suddenly.
"Abhay, you remember our friend Tanish?" Rohit's voice floats.
"Yes —"
"He died in a car accident this morning."
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