I read this story for the second or third time today. Let me assure you that when once you start reading it, you will reach the end in breathless pace.
I am not going to give you any synopsis of the story even in the sketchy manner that I have been rendering in the case of other narratives.
This romantic story takes us back to a bygone era when communications facilities were not in such an advanced stage as they are at present.
Young men and women who fall in love today (I was going to write boys and girls, but even if I do I might be nearer the truth) have a myriad ways of keeping in touch with each other even if their bodies are removed from one another.
It is sickening to find young people using their mobile phones while walking on the roads – even when crossing – even while negotiating dangerous corners with vehicles going pell-mell. (I always wonder whether one should be mobile while talking on a cell phone.)
Yesterday I would not have walked some 100 metres when I came across five young women with their mobile phones glued to their bejewelled ears in this kind of insouciant situation.
With whom would they have been chatting away?
If I didn’t think about it, maybe the telephone might ring. Sometimes it does that. If I could think of something else. If I could think of something else.