Its been over 3 months since I quit Whatsapp. The thought came one Sunday morning and I was quick to act on it, since I had already experienced its benefits after uninstalling FB on my phone. I had decided that whenever I feel to use FB on the phone, I would read a book. It worked really well and since then I have read close to 10 books in 6 months. In case of Whatsapp, it was just that I wanted to have that experience once. Thankfully my family and friends were coordinative, my roommates too (although I had to install Messenger just for them :P).

The first few days were interesting. I used to keep checking the phone for notifications very frequently and later realized that I have cut off the source. The human brain functions in a great way. The inertia induced by habits is difficult to change. It took me a week to get used to it. Yes, I was kind of missing the chatter and life events across groups, but yeah these are some compromises I was willing to make.

2 weeks down the line, the difference did start to come out. Throughout my previous experience, I had felt the excessiveness of forward messages and wishes conveyed to individuals on special events. At times I just used to ask myself how much do I mean it, when I wish somebody? Honestly, it wasn’t the same every time and over a period when more people were connected, it just felt redundant. This was a spectacular revelation.

Next important thing that I noticed is now whenever I have a conversation with people it tend to be more alive. I felt that this is one rare moment that I have to talk to this person and that provided the drive to the life in it. I could also feel the same from the other side. This intrigued me. When we miss something, probably when we have been far from home, the homecoming is bliss. When things are redundant and available easily we get bored. But when the same things are made scarce, limited to a glimpse, we miss them. We tend to make the most of the moment when we next experience it.

Yes, I do plan to return to the platform again, but these facts were pearls. The more I keep experimenting with things around me, the more I am discovering things about myself.

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