“I kept on holding the telephone receiver in my hand knowing that it was my call, and she would not put her receiver down first. There was pin-drop silence on both sides but still, I could hear her heartbeats as if it wasn't a telephone receiver but a stethoscope in my hand. After a brief moment spread over centuries,I heard a sound, the sound of something breaking. It was eerily similar to the sound when a star, being pulled by two equally powerful black holes and unable to decide which one to choose, falls apart, breaking into pieces like a glass I put the receiver back; a soft click sound indicated disconnection. The last means of communication between us had been disconnected as if the doctor had just pulled the cable from ventilator which had kept the terminally ill patient alive. I felt a deep lump in my throat, legs failing to carry my weight; I fell down on the nearby sofa like a log of wood” LovePainGoodbyeFarewellFalling ApartPartingHeartbreakingHeaertache Author:Shahid Hussain Raja