Visit To The Post Office
I had to go to the post office today to do a speed post. And suddenly an era that passed by stood before me. As I stood in the line, an old man asked me if I had a pen, when I was asked to write the name of the sender behind the envelope. He suddenly reminded me of the India, I grew up in, where people talked to each other. Where, when you stood in a line, no one kept staring on a gadget in their hands. It felt like a piece of home. We are the last generation that saw a telephone and saw how fast it transitioned itself to a smart phone. I have stood before the post office missing someone I never met, writing letters, to talking to people live whenever I wanted on my smart phone. Now we don’t miss people, we don’t imagine what they might be doing. We scroll through timelines, we know places they visited, friends they met and clothes they wore. We don’t long for people anymore.
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