Of nature and us!

By Sarah Mahmood

Type, laugh, type, whoop, type, roll over… that’s the kid.

Father invites him to sit with the family for a while. Sure, he says, distaste etched in every corner of his face. Come, he does. The silent spectator… cell phone out, tck tck tck , goes the finger.

Incredibly, there is a lot to say to another someone sitting miles away, with only monologues left for those immediately around at the time.

I had a friend, not a very talkative one, but she would be texting a lot. It made me wonder about the quantity of things she had to say, but somehow would not utter.

The question is, are we really capable of such unnatural tendencies and of the addictions these give rise to?