Texting: Raghav Enters a New Dimension
Raghav discovered very quickly that texting was harder than unemployment.
When Nisha sent,
“Good morning 🙂”
Raghav stared at it for six minutes.
“Good morning” felt too cold.
“Good morning 🙂” felt copied.
“Good morning!!” felt emotionally unstable.
He finally replied:
“Good morning.”
He immediately regretted the period. It felt aggressive.
Nisha replied with a meme. Raghav did not understand it. He laughed anyway—alone, quietly, just in case.
Their conversations developed a strange rhythm.
Nisha sent voice notes.
Raghav sent carefully constructed sentences that looked like legal documents.
She asked,
“What are you doing?”
He typed, deleted, retyped:
“Thinking.”
She replied:
“About?”
“Whether to reply quickly or after five minutes so I don’t seem desperate.”
She laughed. He could tell because she sent three laughing emojis, which made him nervous. Three felt serious.
They texted daily. About small things. Tea. Rain. Missed buses. She told him about her office frustrations. He listened. She liked that he didn’t interrupt with solutions.
Meanwhile, Raghav still attended interviews.
One day, he texted her:
“Interview went well.”
She replied immediately:
“Really?”
He clarified:
“No. But I reached on time.”
She sent a thumbs-up emoji. Raghav considered it emotional support.
That night, lying on his bed, Raghav realized something unusual.
He was still unlucky.
Still unemployed.
Still boring.
But now, someone waited for his replies.
And that felt dangerously close to happiness.
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