As I closed my eyes with the realisation that it was really all over, all of it flashed before my eyes. The wonderful memories I had created with family and friends. The impromptu weekend breaks - here we are getting drenched in the rain, but there’s still time for selfies. And then there’s us standing under the grand, historic arches of the ancient, imposing fort.
The gorgeous yellow flower I found lying forlorn on the ground when I was out for my run. The looped meowing of the cat as she sat in my lap in the morning. That red mulled wine mug I had intended to buy on Amazon, but still wanted a second opinion on its aesthetics. The late-night coffees, when there was no such feeling as being over-caffeinated.
And then there was the work. All the hours of labouring over my daily writing and that big-data will now come to nothing. The rush of getting that coveted job, the thrill of being admitted to the program I so wanted to study, the projects, the exchanges and the teamwork.
But everything will go on, like it always does.
Only this time, everyone who touched my life and whose life I touched will hold these memories with them.
Why did this have to happen, I think as my heart sinks deeper into an abyss. And I think of all the others like me, with me at this time. Who would cause this mass destruction? And why would they?
But suddenly I come back online. My Gmail is now restored. It was a temporary outage that affected my mails and everything I store on my Google Drive. My account, that apparently had ceased to exist moments ago, is now back.
I’ll never take my online life for granted again.
Dedicated to the Google services outage I experienced yesterday.
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