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When you don't get a story,you walk!



Maybe this is the reason people walk and talk.
Ok so!
Today I was walking in the park and saw to boys who were busy with their mobile phones,age of 20 maybe,they were wearing thier universal black and white uniform with a tie,though sitting side by side they didn't see each other even for once,busy in thier mobile phones.Everybody these days is..so whats special with these two boys?
The speciality is their Parents!
Who were sitting just on the opposite bench but failed to see the boys bunking the class and enjoying their happy internet hours,under the sun.
And they failed because they were too busy with their respective mobile phones!

 Though the whole family was sitting in the same park and were unaware of each others presence.
I smiled on the irony and walked ahead,i saw a man who was busy talking to himself,i stopped by to listen to him and he was talking about how beautiful the sky was, the flowers,this morning and he wished that they would talk to him.

 While returning back, a thought crept into my mind about the situation i just happened to see in the park, a family who has no time to talk to each other and a man who wished even flowers would talk to him!
Just wondering the abnormalities about the incident,my earphones were plugged into my ears and music started to pour between the thoughts!
The thought left behind the same way we have left behind the importance of our surroundings and capabilities of acting upon it.

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  1. Unknown3 September 2018 at 18:50

    Really true now a days it is not the kids only how should be blamed but the parents too. As kids are just trying to imitate their parents and surrounding.
    Great.
    Regards
    Yogesh Thakar

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