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Grandma, in her empty nest,
newly woven,
wished to reach her kid
across the seas
through the Net.
Holding the mouse
in her delicate palm,
with clumsy moves,
got the cursor
at the right location.
Typed his mail ID
carefully, then the message-
'Kutta, how are you?'
The inbox open,
she waited.
Time ticked on,
around her grew
darkness and desolation.
'Hi, grandma,
I'm fine. Sweet Kiss'.
'Thank God!
Tonight I can sleep
sans pills'
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