I was exasperated with friends not returning calls. And it was the same with family members. I started hating signals and networks. So when Madhur stood out of the league with his prompt replies, it was like sun shining through grey clouds.
Months later, when I had fallen for his warm, garrulous and mysterious
ways, did he admit that he always had a soft spot for me. I immediately had it.
Laid bare. The reason behind his promptness to stay connected in this
unconnected world. Today, those very
wireless cords and signals, mobile phone towers and telecom servers, convert
his bytes of data into messages which are warmer and creamier than the cocoa
from Starbucks. 
No comments:
Post a Comment