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It was dark in my room-usual dark with AC blanketing all sounds. Same like all days. I heard my phone go beep beep on battery low. I was trying to figure out the wire to charge it. That's how this piece came. I touched the USB ports and followed the wires to see if any was the right one- Photon, another phone cable, speakers. Eh. The one i want, like always, is not here.

Then i was about to push myself to fiddle more in dark, or worse, get up and switch on the light when it strikes- let it be. Let it die a slow death, technically speaking just a coma before i will bring back life to it. I let that happen.

Let's play this game. Switch off our phones for a week. No more no less. A full week. Imagine. No phones to call people to share taxi in morning or ask them to get something from office Pantry. The maid won't call to ask or remind anything and the people wouldn't know what time to expect you. No DND pain or promotional messages. Nothing. Its like a full stop to most of the things that bother whole day.

Its a mad feeling. At times on Sundays, i just lazy in bed whole day. I don't get up to answer door, I don't do anything. Next time i will switch off the phone too. Be unreachable.

But i guess we are in mad times. We will wonder whats happening in world, and wonder who tried to reach us...and of course, it will be sad to know that no one tried to reach!

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  1. nice thought.. that's called opportunity cost.. can subscribe to missed call alerts.. bt try it for several hours on any day.. believe me, it's fun.. :)

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