All my life I have been surrounded by really nice people, be it family or friends. A downside to this is that the amount of niceness sums up to a really overwhelming figure which makes moving away from it to lead a comparatively solitary life not a lot of fun. A virtual, digital world is gaining cognizance over a real one and while on one hand I am thankful that it lets me place one foot of mine in a life I have been used to but had to leave behind, it also makes me realize that if it had not been for the super-connectivity that reigns over the entire world, I would still be back in Bombay savoring the company of my near and dear.
Company is much more that getting to hear their voices or have a look-see at their faces. It's about the minuscule things that get stringed together to define our daily course of life. Like a good morning kiss on a grandmother's forehead, or a squealing endearing manner of address to a doting grandfather, sharing the day's work with a friend, ribbings at the dinner table, and badgering and teasing a mum and seeing the look of pained reproach on her face. It need not even be something that marks or demands ubiety or a somatic touchy feely kind of token. It is something that has grown to be so much an implicit part of your life and has blended so efficiently in your routine that you might not even notice it till its cut loose.
Technology sure plays as a sop to my conscience by replacing the palpable bonus bits of my life with a virtual cosmos of propinquity. But although my life sustains even after plucking these guileless nexus away, the kernel of longing is so deep-rooted that it does not show any sign of ebbing away. For which I am grateful, for they elucidate my past, present and future.
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