WInds of Change?

We don't talk like we used to anymore...

We don't leave home with a smile on our face...

We prefer ping over a text and reply to neither...

We prefer to work over lunch with friends...

We have coffee with team...

We don't bother our friend is waiting because our boss wanted us to complete the "task"...

We see our parents asleep, eating or waiting for us at doorstep...

We don't listen to the voices from our heart shaped box anymore...

We don't have time to thank The Almighty...

We don't dream anymore...

We don't have hobbies...

We classify love as hobby of the jobless...

We seldom express affection...

We believe fake smiles, seldom the real concerns...

I never knew one lunch would bring so many changes (No.. my stomach is just fine!)... Or is it just my eyes.. Either way... It bothered me just the same to write again when I made up mind not to ever again!
Earlier it used to be us fighting to walk through the canteen door all together... Now... It's just me waiting with an empty stomach and pain filled heart debating whom to choose: Food or Friend.. And still waiting for you to come!

Earlier it used to be us talking, commenting or just laughing... Now you want to listen to your memories with your "office friends"... But I don't have any to share... The only friends I have in office is you!
Earlier free messages weren't just enough to talk... We often used to run out of them... Now... You want me to ping or mail you.. Which is often lost in your work!

Earlier when I wanted to talk to you about anything... Now I have to check your calendar!
All of these maybe normal work life chores to you... For me it isn't... You have your "team" to go for break with... I prefer to go for a break with my friends... Because I am used to that way!

Often I come across as short tempered, irritated and at times plain angry... You thought it was you whom I am angry on... I am fuming at the changes around you... The changes which made me almost a loner..!!
Is being alive living... I don't think so... Enjoying the journey is... You didn't sit quietly in a corner during school or college tour... Did you?

I write this not to ask you to change things... But to ask you not to leave me alone in this place!