"BEFORE THE GLOW OF TINY SCREENS"

 There was a time when life moved at a gentler pace, when mobile phones had not yet found 

their way into every hand. Childhood felt simple, uncluttered — a season of pure moment

I still remember our summer vacations in Kerala. Grandpa resting on the long chair

in the verandah, Grandma busy in the kitchen with Amma by her side,

 the comforting aroma of food filling the house.

 The sound of monsoon rains tapping on the 

tiled roof was music enough. When the electricity would go out, instead of feeling 

inconvenienced, it became a blessing. It drew the whole family together in the 

ancestral verandah, where we would sit, talk, and laugh, while the garden around us 

whispered with tiny night sounds.

Those moments felt whole, complete, unforgettable.

Now, when I look at today’s generation, even childhood seems complicated. 

From the smallest child to the oldest among us, heads bend toward the 

glow of little screens that pull us into another world. Perhaps I too am 

guilty of the same. Yet, often I find myself stepping back, longing for the quiet 

beauty of the old days, when life was slower, conversations were deeper, and 

togetherness was effortless.

Sometimes, I can’t help but feel… those days were better.

With Love,

  Greeshma