If I look at this picture for more than a few minutes, I begin to feel a little sentimental. How young we were, I begin to think. How many minutes have passed since then. Where are they now, my companions in this photograph? How far we have all come.
Then I log on to orkut, and see most of the other people in the photograph, going about their lives as normal, as accessible to me as they were twenty years ago. The nostalgic peremptoriness of a few seconds ago vanishes, replacing itself with a faint disregard for the people concerned. The photograph loses its beauty, becomes almost banal. I feel cheated.
In this world of email and social networking, can we still feel?
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