As I sit here in my father’s garden with my iPad on my lap I’m reminded of those days when my 5 year old niece from LA questioned my need for a PC when she herself was quite conversant with her own personal computer! Those were the days of the 486 with bulky cabinets, bulkier monitors and a speed just a shade faster than a competent typist.
In a way I miss those days when I could clang away on those stubborn keys and fling back the carriage after each line. I was strongly reminded of those days when I heard he word “pudding” earlier this week when I asked my English guest what he’d like for dessert. He declined saying he had no place for pudding, bringing back memories of the days when school buses weren’t yellow, taxis were Cabs, lifts weren’t elevators and apartments were flats.
Those seemed uncomplicated days unlike today when technology is outmoded the minute you master it. I feel the only way to keep pace and be au courant is to adopt the attitude of an adolescent boy who has his father to bail him out or indemnify him in case of collateral damage.
In the meanwhile, I am enjoying the mild winter sun peeping out from behind he leafy trees, hearing he birds chirping, the pigeons cooing and watching the dog do an adhomukh shwanasan
Twenty- five Seven 
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