Ghosts and ghostbusters
During school vacations, the postman arrived at my doorstep twice a week, if not more, bearing letters brimming with news, secrets and dreams from Panna and Mashu, my two best friends. I didn’t have to open those letters to know who they came from and even had my reply ready in mind before reading them. Mashu, Panna and I never let vacations create a gap in our communication and friendship. Our bond was forever. As years passed, our letters gave way to phone calls, followed by emails. But as the era of social media dawned, both of them vanished from my life.
Such is the era of ghosting — a word that describes perfectly the reality I, and a million others, face. The ghost, like a spectre, is there, but not really there.