Take me back

I want to go back to the time when people used to hold handwritten letters instead of cell phones,

I want to go back to the time when everything was non-fictional,

I want to go back to the time when love was bona fide,

I want to go back to the time when the gathering was real when we were not supposed to plan a meeting a month earlier and later get hit by the disappointment of cancellation of the plan,

I want to bring that time when everything was actual when the doorbell rang instead of WhatsApp 

I want to go back to the time when we lingered for the letters,

I want to go back to the time when cell phones were basic,

I want to switch my life to 90's when we were growing up with the families and not with the cell phone's battery, 

I want to go back to the time when happiness was not dependent on cellphone's battery but seeing a friend's presence in the assembly

I want to go back to the time when conversations were authentic when we were more excited to see the other person for the gossips we collected and not for the selfies

I want to go back to that time of 90's when we were more satisfied with our families 

I want to switch this life until hell freezes over

I want to go back to the happy days of eternal bliss 

But it saddens me that it would not come back and handwritten love letters would die with the time

I sigh, 

I snivel,

I depress myself because we human beings are dependent on cell phones and addicted to holding it in hands 24*7

I want to go back to the time and hold the handwritten letter moreover, I want to feel the surface of the old brown paper,

I want to go back to the time and I  want to dive into the smell of the handwritten letters,

But nothing will work

I wish it could,  

I wish my tears could bring that blithe era back,

I wish they could.