Friends, Romans, Countrymen!

“Why did you call me at such an odd hour?” She picked up his call while getting in the Uber. The clock ticked 2 AM, which had become her standard time to wrap up her work, and leave for her place. “You better have something interesting to say now!” The bitterness in her voice was a grave reflection of her exhaustion.

“Friends, Romans, Countrymen!” A voice reverberated on the other end of her iPhone, and the words caught her by surprise.

“Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears. I am here to bury Caesar, not to praise him.” His voice indeed had the gravitas, and that had brought her back to her senses in a jiffy.

“The noble Brutus hath told you, that Caesar was ambitious, and if that so, it was a grievous fault, and so grievously he has answered for it. Here, under the leave of Brutus and the rest – for Brutus is an honorable man.”

“Aye!” She screamed, joining the act, which continued for the entire journey of her cab ride. Her fear of travelling alone in this new city at such a strange hour took a back seat in the eloquence of his speech.

“Bear with me; My heart is in another city there with my Caesar, and I must pause till it comes back to me.”

She put the receiver down. She didn’t need any means to communicate the newfound smile on her face!

Published by Abhishek Kshirsagar

Just a misguided ghost, trying to find solace in the stories that the streets have to whisper!

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