As Time Flies

“Mamma is Santa visiting us this year?” asked little Rosy. “Maybe”, answered her mother while she was busy sewing the red cloth. All this while Rosy sat there dreaming about the ‘man in red’ who visited every child in the world except her, the reindeers who could light up her home, only if they paid her a short visit, about the gifts that she had so longed for since he left a void in their lives.

The World beckoned for a visit, but here he lay trapped in shackles, bound to the virtual reality.  Copyright –  Douglas M. MacIlroy His passion longed for his touch but he seemed more attracted to the greenery on the other side of the screen than the garden that lay in front of him.

A walk to remember Chirping birds, Burbling stream, Rustling leaves, Exist but in a dream. Roaring excavators, Pounding hammers, Clanking metal, I hear. Longing to hear – The swish of breeze, Music of dancing trees, The gong of a temple from far Spare me- Please, no more of the fancy cars. Searching for the giggles while Children play, Gadgets or gizmos have taken The childhood away. Lost is the voice of a friend, Tapping the QWERTY - The new music in trend. All is lost in the noise, So, I hear no sounds If there was a choice I’d rather rebound.

Burdened by the hopes, stooped under the weight of self-pity she decided to take the plunge for once. Although willing to bring about a change, she was still in a dilemma as she was reluctant to initiate the process of transformation.