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!