One Evening in 1996 you came on your bike as I waited under the gulmohar took out a red rose from inside your shirt and a black and white cassette. You didn’t yet confess you love me yet I saw it coming real soon I was just 17 then Naïve and already in love with you. You gifted me that vintage cassette ‘It has songs that I love’, you said and wanted me to listen to all specially the last song on side B and the second song on side A !! ‘Pay particular attention to the lyrics’, you said. I had butterflies in my stomach doing a salsa ran home to hear them all on my player locking my door hiding my thumping heartbeats my fingers trembled as I opened the cassette box. Side B last song - the Annie’s song so soothing and so dreamy I drowned in the lyrics he loves me, yes he does the thought me me blush.. You choose to confess love through Mr Denver As nothings gonna change my love for you played next George Benson confirmed your love for me that day. You too ought to know by now, how much I love you !! I still have that cassette with me And many more that you gifted. They remind me of our young love As I reminisce those melodies and these 24 years of tom and jerry run. Our love blossomed over the rotary telephone As I dialled your number and let it ring just once. A signal for you to pick up the next call. And oh those blank calls from the public telephone booths all for rupee one !! ©Preeti S Manaktala Day 17 NaPoWriMo2020
Our prompt for the day (optional, as always), asks you to move backwards in time away from such modern contrivances as podcasts. Today, I challenge you to write a poem that features forgotten technology. Maybe it’s a VCR, or a rotary phone. A cassette player or even a radio. If you’re looking for a potential example, check out this poem by Adam Clay, which takes its central metaphor from something that used to stoke fear in the hearts of kids typing term papers, or just trying to play a game of Oregon Trail.