My smartphone gave up on me. It needs to be fixed. I held on to it for the longest possible time, unwilling (read: unable) to let go. I couldn't imagine even a minute without it-let alone several days.
But I couldn't keep on hanging to a hone that didn't work- what good was it? It took me three days (No exaggeration) to let it go.
It has been 4 days with at least 3 more to go.
I felt lost- with nothing to do with my free time. What to do while traveling to and from work? Hell, what to do in the loo? How many times did I reach out for it and didn't find it there? No contact with my Whatsapp groups, no work emails unless I logged on to my laptop- which is too much of an effort unless there is a dire need. No bings, trings and buzzes...
How many times did I reach out to look for the meaning of a word, locate my next destination, see which movie tickets were available... and found my self lost?
Uncountable.
That is the first three days...
Something scary is happening today- Day 04...
Much, much scarier than being without my phone: I DON"T MIND BEING WITHOUT MY SMARTPHONE!
Oh hell!
I'm getting used to this Nokia-something-or-the-other with no touch screen and no internet!
I'm OK with not being online- getting used to it. The urge to reach out for my smartphone just struck once today... ONCE! And not finding it there, I didn't die a thousand little deaths!
I wish, I pray, I hope I get my phone back soon. Before it's too late.
There is harsh reality staring squarely at me- a reality I do not want to face: I can live without my smartphone- In fact I just might like living without my smartphone way more than I care to imagine!
