The Shiva in us was nothing much to write home about. It was his turn to laugh at us. It is on the net that things are happening. Then it struck us. We were trying to turn the present into the past, indulging in inane banter, assuming, all the time, that we were killing time.
Time is permanent.
Not we, mere mortals, caught in the net of time. He then enlightened us on the wonder that the Internet is. The idea was conceived then. This was no immaculate conception. And between conception and delivery stood hazards of which we had not even the wildest of ideas.