An eternal souvenir
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Sainthood
This happened today morning. I sat on sofa leisurely. A hot cup of tea placed on table was pleasing to have my touch in sunny morning to drive out my laziness. All of a sudden, my cousin, my craziest and loveliest phone addict just passed before me striding hardly on the floor. It seemed as if she was trying to catch my attention. “Strange…why would she ? I mean she usually gets too busy on her brand new Realme gifted by my uncle after many requests(including from my side too)”. While thoughts flew through my mind, something unusual happened… “When she politely asked me to pass the paper section that was laid by me after reading. This must be my imagination I thought.” “She…she mustn’t be her”, I consoled myself. ”There’s no phone in her hand. In fact, it’s the first time ever I’m seeing her without it. Did she change herself ? What made her resistant to her phone? Corona do not affect phones. Come on finally what can’t be done by me & my uncle is finally done by herself” I suffice...
It chose to ravage
Fire is fire. How long can it hold its property of not burning the things down even it used to treat once upon a time? A single misdeed can outweigh many good deeds you've done. Watch out!
A digitalised quarantine
It’s eight in the morning and still I’m unable to make my senses believe the fact that a day has begun anew to lead. Hardly, I energize myself to hold the brush and wash my face. I bet my friends won’t consider bathing as a ‘tradition’ as I do in this quarantine. Then arrives a daily norm of scrolling through all the social pages which I’ve created not to feel alone – Facebook, Instagram, Whats app and Twitter. To get detached from them is a strenuous task but the job is well handled by my mother’s shriek. I know her well after all. After having some breakfast, I leisurely pace to binge watching the series in Netflix. Before I realise that all the episodes are successfully completed, there comes a disaster. A disaster which impels me believe that a day has been successfully passed with dissatisfaction of not being productive. I’m pretty much sure that most of us are in a same situation as mine. Reminding of my casual days, I now become utterly surprised how I was able to manage numerou...
