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What could happen if we(Homosephine) don’t have any identity of our own?

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When I’m browsing just I got this image, the moment what I feel just I’m sharing here.

The whole chirping bird can be thrown the many smiles upon us in the morning, the rising sun indulgence the beauty and he would show mercy on us. the whole clouds could take action and make a form of swarm then showering its love as drizzling when we want to have rain, the entire nature starts to admire us every day and every moment. the Homosephine could be connected with all in the universe, could be communicated with them by heart, no one calling us by any name except Homosephine, at the same time we do start to think that we get lost the identity of our own and without thinking, we would not be in any outrigger planet. we would act just as Homosephine than be a human. if yes the whole animals introducing their name by the species of their own. the lion could be added I’m a Panthera leo, and the dog could introduce the name of Canis lupus professionally. we could deal be with the animals and nature to live on the earth in our way of own as professionally and beautifully. instead of ruling, we all would be busy in loving each other and making fun of the 21st-century’s people.

The Postman

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Credit :- google

 

Two decades back, The technology hadn’t become so much popular, we all were not using mails, Phones, Facebook, Twitter like any other social network, I am staying in India as a 1990’s kid,  I have seen both, from untechnology to upgraded  and I have overcome from the human values slightly turning as the money,  The full of greenery village’s becoming like burning paper, So many forests are filled by buildings, The hills have been eroded by people. Etc, etc.

That time only we have had used letters to communicate one to another, the postman carries our belongings letters to our home, We were eagerly waiting to read it, who had written? and what was the matter in it ?.  The postman roaming one place to another to distribute the letters to the people amidst always he got one more duty that So many were giving the messages him to pass their acquaintances in the next village. Even the postman welcoming their messages with glad, he was enjoying it.

If the postman comes to our home, First, we had offered him some cold water, juice, fruit, etc. This was our way of showing gratitude.  Then at home, everyone had started to ask questions him what they want with curiosity. Like  anna-(we call elder people by this name ) “who has written the letter for us.?” Asked one, another one “ Anna, how are you all in your home?” , “how is Kamali and her family in the next village? recently, she has been married.” , “ Anna, are you met ranjan.? When I met him at last time he told that I take  you to the town on the next vacation”

But now we have advanced technology devices but we don’t have time, We can communicate with anyone across the globe in a fraction of seconds but we have not patience. We can talk to them as sitting in front of each other through video calling before we have not. But that day Postman was there as a messenger who could share all through words, but now we are using emoji. We are making our life so simple with no values, No moral.