When you get blocked!

The first thing you notice is that you are not allowed to look at their picture. You think that they have removed the profile pic and have hidden their 'last seen'. Then you text them, only to see the single tick. You wait for one more tick and then for them to turn blue. You wait. And wait. And wait, only to realize that your messages are not being delivered.

You feel that they are out of Internet balance, so you text then a sms and live the next few hours or days in denial that she must have read your message. Your denial mode could end up in few minutes if you are smart enough to doubt whether you've been blocked.

You'll borrow your friend's mobile and cross check the person's Whatsapp account. Unfortunately, which is most often the case, you'll see the person online on your friend's mobile, but in your's you can't even look at the picture. That moment you feel a strong thud on your chest and your eyes get well up; but, you tell yourself you are strong and can deal with such silly issues, while inside your heart you feel like being a coward and cry over it.

You text them on Facebook Messenger, and that moment you again fall in love with Facebook, as it instantly let's you know that you've been blocked with Mark Zuckerberg sparing you the suspense. However, the intensity of thud feels the same.

                                                                            

Now you fear calling them, for the obvious reason of getting hurt again, if the person has blocked your number as well. Very soon you'll learn that's true. That's the precise moment you'll realize that you've been blocked from the person's life. You'll not feel the thud, this time, rather you'll have yourself sitting down and getting high with their memories, knowing very well that it will only end up hurting you more.

You watch every memory you have of that person run through your mind, thereby making your heart feel a little heavy and at some point of time, it feels so heavy that you wonder if you can burn it down to ashes.

Nevertheless, it will not stop you from daydreaming about the person. You'll read your conversations and try to recollect those moments. You remember yourself picking up the cell, and checking if they read your text and right then they'll start typing, making you feel a tickle in your stomach. You'll start missing all those late night chats, and stealing out few seconds to text few words during a busy day. You search for them in Fb, when it shows you a injured thumb, pretty ironic.

When you finally accept that it's all done, you'll play a sad song on loop and try to move on, easier said than done.