Your post really made me think. We actually had a small taste of this in my household a while back.

In my village, our internet cable is tied to the electric poles. One day, the electricity company took down an old pole to put up a new one. They didn’t reconnect our cable; they just left it lying in a field. I didn’t even know it was there. Months later, a farmer cutting grass with his tractor accidentally sliced right through the cable on a Saturday. When I called for help, the company told me they couldn’t come until Monday.

Suddenly, our house was very quiet. No scrolling, no movies, no gaming (steam) no streaming, no quick searches, no podcasts. That first evening felt strange and empty. We didn’t know what to do with ourselves. We slpet before 22:00.

But the next morning, we all found other ways to fill the time. My mother went back to her garden. My father rested more. My brother met up with friends to play cricket, cinema. And I started reading my brother’s old books - real books made of paper, which I hadn’t done in years. It was only for a one day, and it was inconvenient. But it also reminded me that there’s a different pace to life without that constant connection. It was hard at first, but also a little peaceful. We managed, and in a way, it was good for us.

Your post made me remember that time. It’s funny how something so frustrating can also teach you something. Btw i prepared for next disconnection. ,