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"Do you have a Facebook account?"...No?? And soon you are pushed back in the social world of socialization. I take you to the time when I did not have an account. I gaped in conversation where Facebook status was discussed. In the school reunion, my class friends talked of mutual friends, shares, comments, etc and I could not find a place for myself before them. In my dejection, I decided to get internet connection to my desktop.
On returning from the reunion, my children fished into my bag to find out what gifts I received. They missed my gloomy face but it was certainly not unnoticed by my husband. He asked me about alumni celebration and guess what I asked him..."why don't we get internet connection?" He did not disapprove. He made my day. I spoke to him about my friends with fluidity. My ejections amazed him but he knew at his deep hearts core that he cetainly made me happy.
Net was soon fetched and my entire family got busy in it. To explore is certainly a common urge in human kind. I tried to finish cooking somehow or rather spend the day unmoved from the seat before the monitor. All begged each other for a chance to own the seat for a moment. Family conversations were now a topic of the past. My playful children started quarreling. They avoided studies and brought down their acedemics. I opened my Facebook account only to top the family commotions. New friends, warm messages and the virtual world opened a golden casket before me. Indeed it was fun as told by my friends.
Parenting became a child's play to me. I lost all my sense of responsibility. My children's tests, spending less hours in studying and least hours in family relations were dampening.
I was driving smooth through the dark lanes of Facebook and here my family was suffering neglect. It was not until I received a new friend request from a young girl named Marcia. Her profile attracted me. Marcia asked me through messenger one day -"are you a mamma?" I replied "why?" She wrote " whenever I speak to you over messenger I feel I'm talking to my mother." I generously replied with a "thanks".
I came to know that Marcia was an orphan and how she treasures children with parents.
It was then that I turned and thought gravely on the matter that how could I push back my family and tried to claim on hallucinations. Again we got together and used the net only when urgently required. I did not lose my connection with Marcia. But I noticed a change now. Before our conversations were only based on her longing for a mother but now she seemed happy and talked of her happiness.
I introduced Marcia to my family at dinner. Four of us were at the table. Marcia was also with us but only in my words. My elder one quickly stated "Marcia loves you maa ". I asked her "do you envy her?" She did not reply and strangely smiled at her dad.
