Those Evenings Without Wi-Fi

By Riya Khurana

Those were the evenings with no screens,

but lanes filled with our screams.

When getting drenched in rain wasn’t for healing

but just for a lively feeling.

Now the stress is choosing a song for Instagram,

Back then it was all about making a diagram.

The wind used to decide if we’d play badminton

or let the shuttle & racket in the cupboard hidden.

When we weren’t divided by views or streams,

but only by our small fair teams.

The golden sunset called for cycle races,

not for silent terrace glances.

When we didn’t smile for pictures,

but laughed at our silly adventures.

Those were the evenings,

I wish had no ending.

By Riya Khurana