Wednesday, 20 November 2013

SMSes

There is something special about SMSes, not quite like the modern instant messengers and not as personal as a phone call either, rather it's something in between. Not as perverse as the modern instant messengers and savored, cherished. I guess we really do savor things when there is a price tag attached to them. Maybe it's just the human nature.

When something new is created, something else is always lost and mostly these cannot be measured.

Thank you for the SMS books.

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