When we share a joke we spread laughter cheer and joy. LOLs and ROFL galore….we love it.
We share information about just anything. Medication, treatments, breaking news, tips and tricks.
We share recipes. The same dish can be made in a variety of ways and you never know which one might make your life that much easier.
We share art and craft ideas. Some for grown ups and some for the littluns’. Some to commercialise and some for the love of hobby.
We share stories of entertainment. Who did what why, when and how. All that gossip and we feel so much better.
Stories of inspiration are so worth sharing. Ted talks and many such and how we want to get up and get started.
But nope not the telephone. We live in times where each of us has our own personal phones, as opposed to just one landline phone, for not only all in the family, but sometimes for the neighbour too.
I refused to buy my son a phone of his own. As a result I have to share mine with him. His friends call on mine and they whatsapp him on my number. Oh! How it irks me to part with, or should I say share; my phone for those few moments.
Our then beloved Door Darshan had us in a routine. All kinds of programmes were telecast catering to every kind of audience albeit once a week except ofcourse the news. We shared watching each others choices and gained from it too; the other option being to read or get outdoors. Today with countless channels and programmes and Netflix, prime video, Hotstar and others adding to the bouquet the first fight is who gets to see their preferred channel. The close second being for how long with binge watching being a great possibility. And well if I don’t get to watch what I want, I’ll lock myself in my room with my own gadget still getting to watch what I want – with those shoulders shrugged.
All of it said as long as we have someone to share our work load with and make life worth living we can continue to share our experiences..can’t we.
–Sunandini
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