Delayed flight...missed mass
On listening to a belated advice which opposed decisions that had already been taken, the weight of the self incurred guilt made themselves more evident to me. This heavy burden of inexplicable failure seemed to press so hard on my throat that it seemed as though my vocal cords wanted to hastily flee my body for safety exiting through my mouth. This action of theirs seemed to have resulted in quite a commotion in body and thus, they (my vocal cords) got entangled in a big knot in my poor throat. It hurt so bad. At this unfortunate moment, when the violin cords of my human voice, thus being impeded in my throat from making any movement either forward or backwards immediately, were required to make music. My interlocutor, who had ceased speaking wanted a reply. The reply had to be vocal. I could not substitute a facial show of emotion for this want of vocal reply as the powers of ordinary telephone communication could not capture them and transmi...