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The Beautiful Voice

It was late in the afternoon I was taking stock of the monthly bills. I came across a particular bill and found out that it was mixed up with someone else’s. They have built a habit of mixing up the bills. Now I will have to call the customer care. I took the phone and called up. “You have called up ABC customer care service please press one for....” The monotonic voice boomed. After series of different button presses here I was waiting to connect with their representative. “Hello, good afternoon welcome to ABC services, How may I help you?” the sales representative asked. She has a beautiful voice just the one needed to calm down an infuriated customer, I thought. “I am Jay the monthly bill that I received was someone else ’s. Please send me new copy of the bill. This has happened twice in a row now.” I said. “Sure sir I will look into the matter please hold the line”. She said. Wow! she has an impressive voice with serenity oozing out of it, I thought.

“I have pinned down the problem, your address got mixed up with a different one, our team will change the address and you will find your bills delivered to you.” She said. I was mesmerized by her voice and was curious to know her. Should I ask her out?. “Sir, Do you have any more queries?” She asked. “Yes, I was mesmerized by your voice and I am curious who this voice belongs to. Would you like to go out with me.” I asked her instinctively and held my breath. There was a moment of silence. Finally, she spoke, “I am going to raise a complaint and make sure you are penalized for this”. She said in a 'don’t mess with me' tone. Now I was kicking myself. “Hey I was just curious nothing else,” I said trying to come up with my best defense. There was silence again. “I was just messing with you,” She said laughing. “That was so mean, don’t ever do that. You got me scared.” I said heaving a sigh of relief. “I am sorry.” She said still laughing.

“I am Aradhana, I would like to meet you. We can catch up after the office hours.” She said. “Perfect let’s meet at the new restaurant the one with great desserts,” I said with unmatched gusto. “But wait how will I know you?” she asked. “I will pick you up from your office,” I said. “Amazing! Come by six I will be waiting for you in the lobby.” She said. “Great I will be there,” I said.



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