Atchaya

I don't have to hide the name anymore. The blog is fucking private. 😂🤣

I was playing with Google assistant. I asked it to play music. It didn't saying I don't have Spotify account. I tried to login to my Spotify account without success. Then I gave up and selected Google music as my default music provider. Expectation is for it to play music in my mobile. There are a lot. At least 2000 songs. Different languages. But it played none of the songs.

It played a call recording. I froze when I heard the voice. It was none other than Atchaya. She was asking how I was. Whether it was fever. I think it was that time when I had back pain. I was not able to get up from bed. She called for some doubt or issue.

I didn't even know I had these recordings in my phone. Then I searched for them and found the recordings. When I moved to the new phone, I copied many stuff from my old phone. The call recordings were among them. I didn't record the calls intentionally. It's a setting I enabled and then didn't disable. It records all calls.

I looked for more calls from her. None. I looked for the initial call. That also seem to have vanished. So much excitement over a small patch of voice. It was hardly one minute. But that was enough. Her voice have that soothing effect. What would I not give for a recording of her song. I had many. All lost to time.

To lost love.

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