The sun at its baking best on this
June noon. Who would come out in such fire unless forced by the circumstances ?But
a writer needs to accede to his whims sometimes. My head draped in a towel, I’m
walking on the canal embankment. The water seems vaporizing right there while
on its course. The grass and bushes almost famished. The trees dispirited. The
birds silent, probably taking a siesta. A little flock of sheep is grazing on
the sunburnt tufts of grass. The sheep in their woolen coats look like an old
man draped in a thick military blanket on a June noon. They look suffering
under their coats. But during the winters it makes them look so comfortable and
warm.
A sheep is startled to see someone out
in such heat. The shepherd is lying under the not-so-dense shade of a small
tree. Far away from the world. He is a poor boy in shabby clothes. But he has a
smartphone. The panacea for all your vacuums. The world is at your fingertips.
You don’t need anyone. You easefully pass time from the airport lounges to the
faraway places such as this one. Virtual socializing consoles us in this
lonelier than ever world. Beyond all the cacophony, we are lonelier than ever. The
smartphone is a faithful companion to the billions of lonely humans.
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