I have this habit of naming inanimate objects and getting attached to them over time. I hadn't named my phone. I don't think I got very attached to it either. But now that its gone, I miss it. Of course, I got a new one, coz, hello, got to stay connected in this stupid global village, but I'm not able to get around the fact that its just a phone that I lost, a commodity. Thats why, I dedicate this to Mr. NoName (I figured he's got to be a guy), who was a simple but efficient phone and my constant companion for two years. May you be used gently by the SOB who took you away from me.
P.S: The intelligent reader may be wondering "If you love the silly phone so much, Why the hell are you not trying to track down the thief?" Interesting story. I'll narrate it some other time. I'll leave you with a little tease though; It involves a suspicious SIM card and the complacent 'chalta hai' attitude fairly typical to Indians.
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