You and your TV are family.
By Ali Twaha
It was 6:45 pm when she signed-out from her usually tiring job. Darkness was beginning to shove light away. Stuck in the gridlock and her mind only hooked on the clock at the front of the car, her face looked worried and even when she regaled her mind with facebook from her smart phone, still she seemed anxious.
Twenty minutes later, she got back home, ready to watch her favorite soap opera as she normally does on a daily basis, in a jiffy after opening her door, her eyes soaked in tears and her face soiled with sadness. She had been robbed while at work. There were many things stolen but what hurt her most was the Samsung flat screen she was sent by the fiance living abroad as a birthday present. Each time she remembered her lovely program on the giant screen, she relapsed into sorrow. The house felt so empty and forlorn without a TV. The television meant a lot to her. She is not alone, as our television sets have turned to be part of us in this age, given the programs…
It was 6:45 pm when she signed-out from her usually tiring job. Darkness was beginning to shove light away. Stuck in the gridlock and her mind only hooked on the clock at the front of the car, her face looked worried and even when she regaled her mind with facebook from her smart phone, still she seemed anxious.
Twenty minutes later, she got back home, ready to watch her favorite soap opera as she normally does on a daily basis, in a jiffy after opening her door, her eyes soaked in tears and her face soiled with sadness. She had been robbed while at work. There were many things stolen but what hurt her most was the Samsung flat screen she was sent by the fiance living abroad as a birthday present. Each time she remembered her lovely program on the giant screen, she relapsed into sorrow. The house felt so empty and forlorn without a TV. The television meant a lot to her. She is not alone, as our television sets have turned to be part of us in this age, given the programs…