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In a world full of orphans, will anyone ever feel the heartache of absent parents?
Can you feel the absence of something that you never knew existed?
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There are people who warn about the end of the world and then there are people who debunk it and laugh at the scare-mongerers. But the truth is both are right in their posturing.
The world is ending in a certain sense that the first group of people are aware of and scared therefore. For them what is getting lost is precious and irreplaceable.
Our children won't miss the chirping of birds that we grew up with. For some of us, its an end of a world that was pristine and beautiful. We didn't just lose the common sparrow, we lost the complete world beyond the 'me'. The high pitched chirping used to yank us out of our small world and present to us the beautiful world of colors and sounds and lightness; a world where little selfish creatures seduce the captive leaves and indulge in bantering with the winds.
People who never gazed out of their windows would never understand the concerns of the eco-activist. For him perhaps, the world ends with the stock market crash. The sensitive eco-activist will perhaps be unable to appreciate the loss that the man-in-shock in front of flickering screens is experiencing.
When something ends, it alters the world for people in its context in some certain way. Its about time we start appreciating each other's world.
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"One thing about which fish know exactly nothing is water, since they have no anti-environment which would enable them to perceive the element they live in."
— Marshall McLuhan (War and Peace In the Global Village)

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Catch yourself slipping away.

Deep  breath. 

Close the browser. silence the mobile and turn it away.

Open an offline-real-paper diary. Stop your thighs from lolling impatiently. Stay still. 

Pick up a pen awkwardly. ahh, the fingers are stiff. It will take a  while for them to get used to holding a pen. Quick finger exercise - open the palm, stretch finger outwards, close into a fist, dig the fingers in. Repeat.
Ok now.. about to pick up the pen again, but eyes dart towards the screen. Tempted to check email.

Shut up. The last consequential email came two months ago. Nothing of consequence is online.

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