The Generation Gap



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"I am so fed up of all these promotional calls. And jeez what timing they have, somehow they always end up calling me when I am expecting a really really important call." He said annoyingly.

"What dad! Don't be a kid. Why haven't you activated the DND if all these calls bother you so much."

"DND?"  Now what in the hell is DND, he thought to himself. The generation of today has become so lazy that they don't even bother going any far than three words in a sentence.

"Do Not Disturb dad."

His brows wrinkled in an amused expression, "But I am not disturbing you, am I?"

His son sighs in exasperation, "what are you dad? DND is the Do Not Disturb services by the network providers. Once you activate this all these silly calls will be stopped."

"Really? Can this happen?" He was so amazed at the present day's technology.

"Yes dad."

"And how do I get this service?"

"Subscribe."

"How?"

"Errrgghh dad, you are acting as a questionnaire. hand me over your phone."

He gets up and hands over the phone to his son, who is still sprawled over the couch, frantically pressing some keys on his phone. He never really came to understand how can a tiny silly thing as a mobile phone an keep anyone engaged all day long, day by day and year by year. His son pressed some keys on his phone, put it over his ear hearing nonchalantly, pressed few more keys and put it over his ears again, satisfied he handed over my phone.

"Its done?"

"Yeah dad."

He was at complete loss of words, he didn't get what his don did. He wanted to ask but wasn't ready to appear any more of a fool in front of his son that he already has. He thought of the time when he used to satisfy his son's eager silly questions with love and attention without making him feel pathetic about not knowing something. The time has taken a turn, their places has been traded and the way has changed as well. This generation has not only grown in technology but also apathy. He resolved to find another way to know about things he don't already know.

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Not Without You

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A lonely autumn dusk, soft wind gushing through the window ruffling the pages of an open diary
                  
"Ever since he left, my life seems meaningless.
I don't even know why am I alive.
I should have went with him."
      (Dated: 1/11/xx)

Wind flips through some more pages as if trying to solve the puzzle of the text.


"That's it. I can't stand anymore. I am going to him."
                                                                                         (Dated: 2/11/xx)

A sense of  suffering ran throughout the room. Even the wind sounded like it was weeping. Eagerly it went through some more pages.

"It has been so long since he has been gone, but it still feels like not even a second has passed. The pain is still as raw as it has always been. I kept myself locked away from everything. I kept mourning over him every second, in a vain hope that some day I will get over him. But it kept getting worst. I decided to walk out to the world, to try facing it again once more, alone. With a new resolve, to start a new life, I went to do what I loved doing the most- taking a stroll in the park. A few minutes I tried to adjust myself again to the sights of another human. After being alone for so long, I felt like an alien. People who knew me, initially undecided about approaching me, decided to leave me alone finally. Everything made me nostalgic. We had been here a lot many times, holding hands, looking into each others eyes, obviously oblivious to the rest of the world. I ran my palm over the benches, hoping they still have his warmth and touch. Everything was beautiful. A slight touch of winter made it all even more gorgeous. One could clearly smell love in the air. As a chilled breeze greeted me, I wrapped up my shawl a little bit more tightly around me and took a seat on the empty bench. It felt as if he will now wrap his arms around me, the way he used to do a million times. I felt so vulnerable, so naked without the warmth of his arms. At a distance, I spotted a silhouette of a couple, standing arms in arms. The girls whispered something to her lover. He held her up in his arms, sweeping her feet off the ground and she squealed in absolute delight. Her laughter sounded like my own and suddenly in her lover I saw him. My heart skipped a beat thinking he was alive. I laughed at my own folly. Her lover was much younger. Had it been 45 years back, his silhouette would have been quite similar. I decided to walk to the little pond that witnessed our last meeting, to have it witness my last day of mourning his death, the last day of my loneliness. As I peeked, I saw few remains of my silver hair, on my face were the shadows of the past and on my lips the lyrics of the last song he sang to me. I wasn't looking at me, I was looking at a part of him that he left back, in arduous hollow of  pain. I stare at the sky, whispering, my love, I can't do this life, not without you. The sun started to drift off  the horizon, leaving the red of he blood behind. It was time, time to say goodbye to the rest of the world, time for old lovers to meet again, time for lifelong partners to reunite. "
                                                                              
                                                                                                                 (Dated: 3/11/xx)

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