In your memories...
It’s been a month, you left me behind.
It’s been a month, you went out
of my life.
It’s been a month, I am waiting
for your come back.
It’s been a month, I am searching
for you.
It’s been a month, I am still in
your memories.
I can remember it was March 7th, 2012.
5.25 PM: I was busy in work.
I received a message from my mom. Actually it was a remainder for me to wish my
brother who was appearing for his board exams in two days.
5.27 PM: I set an alarm for the next day and was back to work.
5.30 PM: I got a call from my friend for coffee.
5.35 PM: I was sitting comfortably in a table, sipping the coffee
alone, since my friend got some urgent work.
5.37 PM: One of my colleagues was showing her presentation for the
next day’s workshop and I moved to her place to have a better look of it with
my coffee. And I got observed into it.
5.45 PM: I was back to my work place and engaged with it.
6.00 PM: I received a
message in LAN that we were supposed to leave earlier at that day because of
some technical issues.
6.10 PM: I finished some of the pending works for the day and
almost everyone has already left.
6.12 PM: I packed and was about to leave. At that instant only, I
was shocked to realize my mobile is missing.
6.13 PM: I called to my number and in turn, I received a recorded
voice message as “the number you are dialing is currently switched off”. Oh my
God… Dialed once again. Same recorded voices. Once again and same response.
6.15 PM: I rushed to cafeteria, to my friend’s cabin, to the table
where I had coffee. Ran here and there like a mad. Totally dumbstruck. And
finally I came to know I lost my mobile.
I inquired each and everyone. I
doubted people whom I thought they might have done it. My first attempt to
locate it was a failure, since it might develop bad relationships. I rushed to police station to make a
complaint. They told me they will make a thorough check in my office before
proceeding further which was impossible. As any organization they did not allow
such things, my second attempt was also a failure. I went to my service
provider to track IMEA number. But they need a complaint copy from police
station to do so. So my next attempt was also a failure. I registered in mobile
tracking websites, though it will not work. But with little hope I did that
too. I mourned, starved, prayed, grieved, regretted, worried, and cursed. I did
each and every possible which I could do. But everything went in vain. Though I
was very sure that I could not get it back, I was expecting someone will return
it back or else I will find it lying somewhere. But it did not happen.
People wondered why should I put
this much effort and worried about it, after all it is a simple mobile phone. It
was not an apple, not a blackberry, not a HTC, not a super duper smart phone
and not even a basic touch modeled one. True. But it was the one with all my
expectations satisfied within.
It was not a device to connect
with others, but also
My clock and alarm.
My camera.
My music player.
My internet browser.
My diary and calendar.
My calculator.
My dictionary.
Sometimes, my mirror too.
I am not a person who is holding
mobile phone all the times and used to do texting and talking and addicted to
it. But it is one which accepts my
happiness and angriness silently. There are times in which I giggled and
laughed at it during some happy moments. And there are times too in which I
threw it madly because of anger or frustrations. There are times in which I
cleaned it with a cloth. And there are times too in which it shattered into its
parts. You were a good companion always. That is
why I am not able to swallow your loss.
Good things happened too.
It is my habit to listen to music
when I am getting ready, even others are sleeping. It did not happen. I was able
to see happily sleeping people in my room.
I was not making funny
expressions and quirky voices while playing games during my travel time. Because
of this, sometimes people thought me as a mad person.
I was able to find people who are
ready to take part in my bad times and people who are interested to listen the stories
alone.
I really got to experience every
cloud has a silver lining.
It is for good or bad. But you
are no more mine. Well. Now, its the time to get over you and search for
another one who may be a perfect substitute or more than that or else not able
to match you.
Still in your memories………….
