Me and this very day

The story begins on the 16th of March 2002 when I was delivered by a doctor in hospital. With each passing day, the story progressed but its for another day. I am fast forwarding the past 18 years and it resumes on this very day when the day starts after dreaming in the very long night. With its very light on my face it appeared as normal as I have been observing for the last 11 months but it was not the same. A lot have happened in last 07 hours when I was sleeping like a dog. Normally, I am a night owl and stays up till late but I have no idea why in the name of God I slept early?
The first thing I always do as wake up is finding my phone under the pillow, myself or bed, then check the notifications. Usually there are no more than few notifications but as I mentioned earlier today was a normal day, so I have received a lot of notifications from Twitter, Facebook, WhatsApp. All of them have a context revolving around a single thing i.e. Electricity.
#Blackout #Loadshedding was the words rushing my Twitter feed. After scrolling a bit, I came to know that there has been a massive blackout since 11:45. I took it as a normal technicality fault until I saw few posts regarding Marshal Law, WW3. Moreover my wandering eye caught a viral tweet of Zaid Hamid ,
A wave of chill passed through my body as my brain opened the gallery of February 2019. While my brain was processing the tweet, I came to know that by a message from a friend that there were rumors about marshal law. I was in dilemma as I had no idea what was happening, whether it’s a warfare situation or marshal law or some other disaster. Eventually, I watched the most shocking news that Pakistanis have broken a record, makings millions of memes in few hours.
A teenager can survive without food and water for days but not few hours without phone. Battery low phone of mine was more disastrous than Indo-Pak war. No phone, no social media, nothing………
No, there was a hope, a BOOK. The Elders tell that books are very old species that are with man from stone-age, era far before electricity. I, keeping that in my mind, reached for a book named The Bastard of Istanbul, a brave and passionate novel by a writer whose artistry matches her ambition, ELIF SHAFAK. For the record, I wanna say that I read books very often.
Read a few of its chapters, went out, still no electricity in my area, returned home, again read few chapters of the novel until electricity breakdown was over at last. Phone is charging, Feed loading, Memories by Maroon5 playing on Spotify and I am writing this, my very first blog.

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