Those slam book days
Technology gave us speed, choices, and shortcuts. But what it couldn’t give us is time . Time has to be made , not found. We say we don’t have time — but the truth is, we rarely take it. Like they say in the movies: "Waqt chalta hai, aur kharch hum hote hai." I miss the letters. The postcards. The greeting cards. They spoke more than just words — they spoke of effort, emotion, and connection. The bond felt real because it took effort. And then, the slam books and autograph books — remember those? We didn’t have fancy ones. We made our own. Plain notebooks, decorated with colored pens, stickers, sometimes even pressed flowers. We’d pass them around in school, waiting for our friends to write their hearts out. Mine still brings tears — So many memories. So many promises to stay in touch. Some kept, some broken, all honest in that moment. Some friends are still around. Some have moved on, like seasons do. But I’m grateful they were part of my journey — even ...