It was in and around November, 2016. I shouldn’t reveal the time. It is a secret. I was probably attached to a pink-coloured paper. 🔯People said it was something so new that they never could even think of in reality! Even I was surpris🅠ed! Was I actually attached? I don't know much!
They started searching me every time they held the powerful paper in their hands. Some started dis꧟cussing my features! I had probably Bluetooth installed within! I tried to connect to the nearest device! Alas! It didn't worℱk for some reasons!
Some people gave me humungous responsibility. I was supposed to track terrorist activities. Truly ♑speaking, I felt great! What a big responsibility! I must be powerful enough to do it. I started counting days when I would be sent to the border. I felt no less than a soldier — an over-active surveillance machine!
I carried the message of supra-technology. I was Aatmanirbhar! I started my journey as one of🐟 the most powerful detectives. But certainly, I was not being given much opportunity to prove my skills — even in my imagination.
I didn't know the man whose face was there on the🍬 paper where I was perhaps attached. I later got to know that he was a Satyagrah🌳i. Satya means truth. The rest I was not aware of.
Time passed by. And with 🍎the time, I got to know they have stopped producing the paper. Now, it’s my turn to go back.
Have people lost interest in me? Or did I fail to serve them? I am not sure. Th🐟ey don't need me anymore. Perhaps they have made a more powerful weapon — perhaps suitable for the New India.
Good bye all. By end of September,🉐 2023, I will not be there anymore. But I may again come back with a bang, if needed!
As I was 😼thinking through this, someone pushed me a little. The same 𝓡guy with round frames of specs and an eternal smile on his face! Hey, I know him! I woke up. It was a bad dream indeed! The existential crisis was over. Was I ever there or was it my figment of imagination?
