tHE cALL oF sANTA
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Richard took the phone several times, typed "SORRY", "Let's Catch-up", "How are you doing now?" and deleted it every time. And the other window of Rami was showing Richard "Typing" Rami was furiously waiting for his response but she hardly managed to see the profile picture as a source to reduce her solitude. That was a magical moment when Richard and Rami met. Richard was quite fond of the celestial body so the nights at the roof made Rami a traveller; as Richard guided her one star to another. Rami was driven by her misfortune in every part of her life. The situation made her so melancholic that she always dwells on her situation. She tried so many things and medications but her positive attitude was drifting in a way that she went through the identity crisis. In this miserable situation, Richard was the sole healer to her. His spark made her eyelashes dry and drew a thin line of a smile in her pair of lips. The friendship evolved t