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It's roughly 3 a.m. in the morning and she is awakened by the sound of her phone shaking uncontrollably on the nighstand. She doesn’t fret. Many years ago, while listing out her fears in a journal she had written down ‘Waking up to a phone call in the middle of the night’ right at the top of the page. Back then she lived in a hostel away from home. Now, with the two people she cared the most for sleeping peacefully in the room next to her, she realizes that fear is no longer a concern. That’s when she sees the name of the caller. It’s been 6 months, 6 long months since she heard from him. What on earth could he want to say to her at this time? The phone continues to vibrate, she picks it up and holds it in her hands, all she wants to do is reduce the racket it is making. Fortunately, it stops. “Well that’s that”. She exclaims loudly and falls back on her pillow. Barely 2 minutes go by and the phone starts buzzing again. ‘Dammit’! What i