Call it addiction, love or mere stupidity, but yes I miss my cell
phone. I wake up in the morning and I feel like I am missing something. I know
there is something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it
is..then I remember. My dear friend is gone.
It was always the first thing I saw the moment I opened my eyes every morning. Of course it was my wake up alarm.It knew when I had to get up at 5 and when at 8. And it provided me with the easiest way to snooze and dismiss the
alarm just by a soft touch. It was always the last thing I saw before sleeping,
it even told me exactly for how many hours I was going to sleep (saved me from
manual calculation which I do now L) It rested under my pillow. Inspite of
wearing a watch I would still search for my phone when I needed to see the
time. I miss all the lovely pictures that flashed every time a dear one called
up or texted. We were so inseparable that anywhere I go these days I am greeted
with the same query where is your phone? It is dead!!Now that sounds even more
painful. These are the times when I miss it even more. Seems like it has even
made a lasting impression on the people around me. Even my friends in office
console me like I lost a very good friend of mine and that just makes me
realize that I was actually so damn attached to it that anyone around me could
notice the void it has created. Lunch hours at office gets terribly boring
without it, I miss the beauty with brains group on whatsapp. The weird part is
I don’t miss talking to anyone or staying in touch with anyone, I just miss it.
I miss holding it, I miss touching it just like that, and even my pillow misses
it. It was a dear friend, it never complained no matter how many times I
dropped it. It had been a witness to all my mood swings. It was there when I
was happy sad angry. Irrespective of everything no matter how carelessly I
treated it, it was there right beside me. It was perhaps the best company I had
when I was bored. I find it weird how can I possibly get so attached to a non
living thing? It cannot be me! I have never been like this.. It was just a
mobile phone, and not even my first cell phone. I don’t know why it is so
special. I would not lie but yes for the first time I long to see my own
picture i.e. the wallpaper of my phone. Now that it is gone with a negligible
or nil chance of coming back I can’t even find a proper replacement. I must
have searched for so many phones for the last two weeks but nothing can just
replace it. That just makes me feel even worse. What the hell is wrong with me?
What am I searching for? A perfect phone? And nothing seems to be perfect for
me like the perfect one I had. Or maybe I just cannot get over it. I can get
myself a better phone maybe, but the heart stays where it is attached to no
matter what.
I still remember its last words “quietly brilliant” and all I wished to say was
RIP – Return if possible!
