“Please copy those songs to the computer”.. I heard the kids pleading.. I could see Nasra’s face, after an exhaustive journey to her aunt’s place, I am sure her body said, do it later.. Looks like her heart stood with the kids. The music files were brought by one set of her maternal first cousins in a device which I have not seen before, for the kids at her paternal aunt’s place, which is my home too. Family and relationship building really happens digitally too!!
As idle as she can, she stood up and awakened me. It took some time to identify my vital chords and give me enough power. She pushed the flat stuff (I am used to seeing only floppy disk and CD drive ) through one of the few slots I have. I was booting through the usual light blue screen with the typical microsoft icon etched in full screen, which is the only one I have (which evoked some obvious long lost rememberance in her memory, and she stood with a nostalgic look).
