Gone are the days when we used to write to each other.
We used to jot lines on a postcard for our mother, sister or a brother.
That coin spent on an envelope or a postcard was precious.
It always was fun to use a pen and write which lead to unlimited happiness!
The postcard always fell short for what all we wanted to say.
We laid emphasis on few words by underlining or overwriting was also a way.
We filled the margins and edges with words and rarely abbreviations.
Words reflected our feelings, thoughts and emotions!
Our handwriting used to be tidywhen we put the pen on the paper sprawled on the floor
After hello, how are you we used to reduce the size of letters to accommodate more.
The words made us smile and think of the other person’s reactions on reading it.
We never forgot to use emoticons at the end of sentences, which ever fit!
We used to anxiously check the calendar estimating the day we would be getting the letter.
When post-man used to ring the bell we were in smiles and always felt better.
A birthday card from a best friend with “open with a sweet smile” note always lifted our spirits.
We used to create our music and sang happy songs with our own lyrics!
Today as telegram is getting extinct everyone wants to reminisce the olden days.
They want to send one to their near and dear as a memorial before it parts ways.
We no longer write to each other or even make a courtesy call once in a while.
It is always a facebook ping or we chat or whats app message on the smartest mobile!
From wild to dirty to lame jokes we can share everything on our blog or a face book wall.
From a 10 year old to an eighty year old every one adds you to their list to be your pal.
Universe condensed and fell in your wrist and along with it our feelings have also condensed.
We seek help from unknowns and the friends we know are near but our hearts have distanced!
We share a status of mishap or a calamity seeking support from every corner of the globe.
The actual responsibility of thinking and cleaning up the mess is in someone else’s scope.
We crib, cry share and make a mess of the messy happenings yet again.
We strangely feel we have done a good deal and have lessened the sufferer’s pain!
The little postcard or an envelope meant something to someone on some day.
Wall posts, blog posts mean something to many on any day.
Our lives were more private and personal few decades back.
We now announce everything with utmost priority and knack!
This post is not to discuss past V/s present or to guess if future will be a curse.
It is to express the fact that we always love the old times and feel present is worse.
Times change, things change and people always do.
The person who doesn’t change is the conscious one in you.
This post is in response to a contest hosted by Corinne, at WriteTribe. In this week’s prompt we need to write a piece/a story/ a poem incorporating the following 7 words in random order :