Hashtag and August
The sun beams reach my balcony like the air from a table fan kept at a family function, when its head is turning in all directions as if searching someone. The rays too come to my balcony only to leave the next second. There are clouds passing the sun who are commencing this motion, I think. When the glow of these beams reach my room, the curtains light up like diwali lights. Sometimes they look like glowing lanterns in the night sky. Today, the sun is giving me pleasure just like rain and moon does.
Mornings in August are very beautiful. But usually, I spend them sleeping or reading in my bed. If it had been better times, I would have gone for a walk with Anjali in our nearby park. The ongoing pandemic has ceased a lot of my good habits by exchanging them with bad ones. I am growing addicted to my mobile phone and I hate it. I wish, I improve. I don't want to live virtually like most of my generation.
I want to name this generation as the hashtag generation. Beacuse they fight their wars through hashtag, #justicrforssr, #blacklivesmatter, etc, they show their pleasure through same, #live, #love, #binod, # justiceforchutki, and pain too, #rip.
My hashtag generation, two horizontal lines and two vertical, crossing each other and are a bit tilted. It is funny..hashtag is leaning, like the backs of most of us in front of television or computer screen. It also seems like a net that is weaving everyone who uses it, and then one day would strand them in it. A trap woven by us for us. Or maybe it is ladder for virtual reality to take over us.
#hashtag.
Mornings in August are very beautiful. But usually, I spend them sleeping or reading in my bed. If it had been better times, I would have gone for a walk with Anjali in our nearby park. The ongoing pandemic has ceased a lot of my good habits by exchanging them with bad ones. I am growing addicted to my mobile phone and I hate it. I wish, I improve. I don't want to live virtually like most of my generation.
I want to name this generation as the hashtag generation. Beacuse they fight their wars through hashtag, #justicrforssr, #blacklivesmatter, etc, they show their pleasure through same, #live, #love, #binod, # justiceforchutki, and pain too, #rip.
My hashtag generation, two horizontal lines and two vertical, crossing each other and are a bit tilted. It is funny..hashtag is leaning, like the backs of most of us in front of television or computer screen. It also seems like a net that is weaving everyone who uses it, and then one day would strand them in it. A trap woven by us for us. Or maybe it is ladder for virtual reality to take over us.
#hashtag.
- Chanchal Bagla
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