Short Story: Wi-Fi
“I want her.” That was the sentence that everyone in the room has chanted more than several times. “What is the password?” seems to be the question of everyone who has their fingertips locked on their digital keyboards. I stared at the device in my hands and I knew that this time I felt different. I used to be those people who lusted for her and was willing to do her bidding just to be connected to the society and on the latest trends. Most people wouldn’t want to be left out, and I was one of them. Nobody mattered unless you were her and I used to glorify her. The Wi-Fi. Funny isn’t it? The connection of your mobile device depends on how good does the Wi-Fi feel today. She might give you 2 bars if you didn’t greet her a good morning. She might give you 5 bars if you massaged her feet day and night. I stopped being one of those people who would worship at the ground she walked on and ravish on the left overs she threw. Why was I the only one who changed? Yes, being connect...