When I received a message, my mind went to the mail, not the phone

Posted September 19, 2018 07:19:36A message came from a voicemail.

I got on the phone and tried to answer.

I received the reply that said, ‘Sorry, I am busy.

Please wait.

I will contact you when I get back’.

The message was from a man named Srinivas Ram.

He was an engineering graduate from an engineering college and had been trying to get to know me for a year.

He told me that he had been waiting for an answer to his email, and that he wanted to write to me.

I replied that he could get a call back from me, but that he would have to contact his wife, who was currently in Delhi.

Ram told me he had to get back to his wife to arrange a meeting.

When I called her, he told me, ‘You can’t get any more phone calls to me.’

I called my wife to let her know.

A few days later, she called me back and told me about the same situation.

She said, I didn’t think she would ever see a message from me again.

It is very common for women to receive unwanted messages on social media.

I was relieved when Ram told her that he received a call from the woman’s mother.

She told me she was worried about her son and wanted to know if she could help him.

The next day, she sent me a message on WhatsApp.

‘I will send you an SMS when I hear from him again.’

He also told her he would write to her after seeing her.

The following day, Ram sent me an SMS that said he was waiting to speak to his mother.

Ram was a professional engineer who had worked on satellites and was also a professor of engineering at a leading university.

He did not answer my phone calls. 

When I got back, Ram called me again and said, “You are in Delhi now.

I am waiting for you to meet me.

Please stay at my house for a few hours.

We can talk in the evening.”

I had a conversation with Ram and he asked me if I would be willing to go for a walk to see his mother for an hour.

I agreed.

We walked for about three hours and eventually reached my house.

Ram had asked me to call his mother to let him know he was coming back.

I went back to the house and spoke to my mother and he told her I was coming. 

Ram told me his wife was staying at the same house with him and that his mother was in Delhi and would meet him.

Ram asked my mother if he could have a chat with me.

She agreed to go to his house.

The day after I returned, Ram and I went to meet his mother, who told me her son had been staying at Ram’s house.

He had told her, I will be back in Delhi within a few days and would be in touch with you.

I told him I would like to meet my mother.

We sat in the front room of the house for about an hour and after he gave me his phone number, we called his mother and told her Ram was coming and that we wanted to meet her.

Ram came to the front door and gave us directions to his home.

I didn.

Ram started shouting at me, asking me what was wrong.

I could hear him talking to his son on the other end of the phone. 

He told me I had to go home.

He took me to his parents house, where he gave us a ride.

I sat in front of my parents house and they talked for another hour or so.

They asked me many questions about Ram.

They also told me what my son did in the past.

I wanted to tell them everything I know about my son and what I thought of him.

They told me my son was very good at engineering and had done some great things in the last few years.

Ram also said he had never been in any trouble.

I then said, why are you talking to me now?

Ram said, because he has a daughter in law, and we will meet at his house and talk. 

We finally met Ram’s mother at his residence and we talked for an extra half an hour, after which we left the house. 

I felt very hurt when I saw my father’s name.

I thought, my father has never called me before.

I felt so sorry for him, because my life is over and I am now a free man. 

It took me about two days to realize that the woman who had been sending me messages for years was not his daughter.

I had never received a phone call from Ram.

When he called me, he asked, ‘What did you do for me today?

Why did you send me a SMS?’

I told Ram that I was in love with him.

He said, How can I know that?

Then he told my mother, ‘I can