Bhoomi's diary

I’m reading this book called ‘The Flatshare’ by Beth O’Leary.
It’s been a long time since I found the writing of a book to be beautiful.
Every page is written so beautifully.
The connection between Leon and Tiffy is just so sweet.
Talking about their day through notes.

I like physical messages, there’s something just so wonderful about writing something with your hand and having a physical reminder of that.
Texts are just so boring. We use auto type, emojis, and the same old fonts. The reminders of these exchanges are on databases that can be accessed by anyone once they’re hacked. 
The little notes and letters you write for someone offer you privacy.
Also, the idea that someone will take the effort to grab a pen and paper and physically write something for me—how wonderful would that be?
Because we’re all too lazy to even type, we literally speak in short forms because even moving our fingers towards a fast digital keyboard is too much effort for us, and we’re too busy. 
This fast life scares me a little, it’s all a little too fast for me. Can we all just slow down?
Why are we racing with time? 
What do we even gain from this? 
Is this fast progress towards the future worth losing the present for? 
Why can’t we just savor the present? 


Dearest readers, 
Your present is like a melting ice cream; savor it before it’s gone. And these questions above are for you to answer.