The Great Comeback
I find it amusing when I read that Gen Z is "bringing back" things we never really left behind. For them, it's a trend. For us, it's a memory. I belong to Generation X, the last generation that knew the sound of silence before the internet arrived, the joy of waiting, and the art of living without notifications. We did not know what “followers” meant, but we did know whom to “admire’. There were no “likes’ for our actions, but we did have many friends of flesh and blood. Music wasn't streamed. It was carefully recorded on cassette tapes. We sat beside our tape recorders, fingers hovering over the Record and Pause buttons, and every mixtape carried a story. Long before Spotify playlists, there was the Walkman. Wearing those lightweight foam headphones, I could walk for miles believing the world had its own background score. Rewinding a cassette with a pencil wasn't a hack - it was a life skill. Conversations were not about blue ticks and emojis. Bir...
