The picture of the little children taking a self-portrait goes viral like the Brazilian pilot’s mid-flight selfie. The tallest among them holds a used slipper as a camera at an arm’s length. They pose without any pretense. Their smiles flash. Mind Mode helps them in the low-light of penury. No BeautyPlus, yet their photo is beatific. Emotion excels the electronic excellence. Theirs is not just an imitation. They celebrate in the parallel world, unyielding to the enclosed circumstances. published in The Literary Hatchet