Appearing Invisible

Each day of mine has in it, a cached quota of giving my contact list a polish. There are chats to be chewed, phone calls to be honored, mails to be sent, inboxes to be answered and facebook notifications including all those appearing requests, notifications and clearing off all those red boxes whose numbers keep accumulating on the top of the home. It’s a tax-free duty that I need to attend to, a moral and social obligation to fulfill and emphatically my happyhour of the day.

The past couple days however have been stepping into a black hole for me. Not attending calls, chats are limited, “appearing offline” and “invisible” in messenger talks and the outrageous ounce of it all is….that I am totally normal with it!

All those who know me are awfully aware of the fact that my service provider earns a monumental percentage of their earnings because of me. I’m online whenever my eyes are open, reply or forward to all mails, messages, and inboxes regularly and thus make my existence very ostensible. This work has been a debt that I love paying to!  

For me, it’s like my own TV show that I host everyday! Its an enthralling, gut-gripping and a sheer spree! When I get to converse with my darlings…the hormone rush, the frenzy excitement, the increasing pitch of my already high-pitched shrill can work as a voice cheerleader on the field! I love talking.

For now though, all the gossip and the chatter natter and the conversations are gathering dust in my bed head-rest. I have no seconds to spare and certainly don’t want to get into tête-à-tête I wont be able to end. But thank god for facebook which renews the stamp to my existence.