Our neighbour some 5 houses down the lane was the proud owner of a black heavy Bakelite telephone with a rotary dial, the only one in the lane. His number was circulated among all our friends and relatives and whenever some one called the neighbour diligently used to come and inform. To call outstations we had to book for a call and wait for the operator to get the call through in a few hours if lucky. The numbers 5 digit long easy to remember and almost all the numbers we knew by heart. But then time changed and the phones became more intelligent than us. Welcome to the Day 19 of #MeMoWriMo or the Memoir Writing Month. i.e. July. Today, talk about the times when there were #nosmartphones. #remembertowrite #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba