Old and Aged Days

Remember the grey floors in an old building. Where the corridors run from one corner to another through dancing and inebriated steps? Small rooms with tattering furniture, where the students don’t sit, they fall back in the uncouth plastic or wooden chairs. Classes, classes dusters, earphones, cells and books and registers without pens. Friends come so close that scarcely you can have a place to sit alone. Talks mature with the texts, thoughts improved with discussions. Life was still at Orkut, without the facebook interruptions. The world was still measurable with the Literature, news and boyfriends/girlfriends. Days were really old… untouched by the supreme technologies and knowledge instead of intelligence playing its role….