Too many deadlines.
Forgetting stuffs feel as normal as food and breath.
Abundance of machines and no touch of life.
Class after class, class after class.
Take a breath and meet goals without a break
And the other day, I forgot to onlook into the mirror of my room.
Left the water-bottle in one class and the handkerchief in another.
- "A casual loss", I said to myself!
I was ok,
Until only that day,
When my old roommate held my hand
And with a trembling voice, she said
"Dude! You just forgot me altogether!
I don't mean anything to you, do I?"
That was wrecking!
For a while, I forgot I had my class.
I stood still--
Looking right into her eyes.
The genuienity of her words was gleaming,
Enough to burn down my coldness
That I had walled up around my warmth!
I was moved
Emotions pumped out as a fountain
And filled my heart with an unknown fear
" Will there be a day in future
When humans and robots will be sharing the same family tree?"
"And I would be a part of that taxonomy!"
I hugged her- " I have a class dear. Talk to you later."
I wondered on my way--
" Are all losses so casual?"
And somewhere I knew, it was my Engineering College.
I am to be sensible and not sensitive.