The alarm began to ring. My friend searched for the button to put it off; politely apologised the group she had joined for lunch.
An alarm in the afternoon was something unusual. But, hers was a reminder set for a task she had to complete. She rejoined the group after making a call. “Life has become easy with the mobile.” She exclaimed.
Indeed, the smartphones have become the inseparable us.
I had replaced a phone long ago. With it had lost some important information too. My memory appeared to have had a seizure. The mundane duties assigned with passwords were unreachable. Of course, the endless contact list of family, friends, and acquaintances stored in the mobile phone was safe somewhere. I could not recollect the codes and numbers though.
Wandering in the wilderness of the dreams, the ability to identify the real may seem a task itself. At times the sleep takes us on the unknown paths and we also see the real world we live in. On one such “eureka moments” I happened to see the mobile phone dumped along with the used and ignored gadgets.
Within moments I was holding my phone. Old and worn out but still strong at heart. It was as if finding my soul mate! After giving it a complete care, I was back in action, searching, transferring files and documents.
The photos of family and friends smiled out of the phone. They were all clicked on my mobile phone at one or the other occasion. Apparently, every photo had one or the other pose with their mobile phone. How significant; better to describe the photos as a get-together of extended families of friends and mobile phones.
A few hours of happiness were captured in good memories. The information remained stored in the phone. But my mind needed to refresh its memory with the help of a phone! Ironically, changing a mobile phone for another smartphone had not worked wonders on my memorising skills. I was no different from my friend and her reminder set on the phone.