There was a time when we waited for letters. When migrating to a different city was a huge affair and more often than not we knew nothing about the knew place. Yet we migrated, yet we let children go to places, yet we waited for letters even if it cost us money. We were in sync with unknown, but today…
filling blank sheets
with words sailing through veins
unknown was dreary
unknown was hope
no more can we live
at peace with unknown
the neon box in our hands
killed the joy of knowing
the unknown…
Through The Coloured Glass 
Extremely Sad but utter truth’! Well said Vibha. It make wish if I could also give my childhood moments of living fearlessly with nature to my son too. Wish if he would also value that ring on common telephone of hostel to speak with me when I call…
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Yes Babita, we have everything on our fingertips so I feel we are losing out the patience to wait
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Yes, but gone are those days of inland letters and yellow tiger postcards
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Great work 👍
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Thank you
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