binding close or growing apart

It’s strange how time changes every other thing in life. People who were very close to us once could become a thing of distant memory and even if we meet them or talk to them, there is hardly much to talk. We all have and had friends we share great chemistry with, could spend many hours, day after day, with. But if you meet him or her after 5 or 6 years, would sharing be same comfort zone? No, you wouldn’t, but you would soon run out of topics to talk with them, and then to remember that they are the same people with whom time always used to fly away. But then the fault is all ours. After so many promises of staying in contact, we do loose contact.
Maybe it’s this age, our generation thing because I see old people meeting after so many years and having so much to share. But that’s because they have lived in an era when there was no electronic media, no internet, no mobile phones. They have lived in a time when it was possible to meet someone once in a few years and still be comfortable with them, an era where letters were more important than many things. Now the only letters I have received till now were my admit cards for competitive exams, and that too are going via internet now. The illusion of binding the world together via modern equipments has actually made us grow apart. It happened to me, and I am sure it has happened to almost all of us.