"Yes..." was the only response I could muster. For the first time, I grasped the value of email, as I had sent a simple inquiry about the status of my bank account.
The cell phone rang at the most unexpected moment. Reluctantly answering the call altered the entire situation.
"The call is about the email you sent. I am your Bank Manager, Miss Bristi Boruah," an angelic voice resonated in my ears.
Suddenly, my mood leaped like a pole-vaulter, and I could sense the tranquility of midnight as if someone had momentarily switched off a giant generator that had been disrupting the absolute stillness of the young night for quite some time.
"I deeply apologize for the inconvenience you've faced. It will be rectified by tomorrow morning, Jone," she reassured in her calming tone.
"Yes, Brishti..." That was the only utterance I could manage.
"Jone, why is the status of that issue still pending? Only email me when it's completed." This time, an irritating voice grated on my ears.
I pressed the * button on my cell phone to check the time again, but before I could reflect on the past few minutes, the sounds of that heavy generator started pounding in my head once more.
It seems as though the generator also received a call from Bristi and paused for a few seconds!
