Phone ki Dhadkan

An incident at the Bus stop has wreaked havoc in my information management and streamlining mechanism.

While trying to get on to a bus, one rarely dreams of an incident of massive proportions, one that can disable the daily activity and smooth functioning of what you call routine business.

A first of its kind in my case, but one that made me walk miles in the scorching sun in vain.

You will not believe it; even now i have not been able to digest it, but that, which told me of the upcoming schedules, events such as birthdays, on that keep me on my toes, one that remembered for me umpteen number of things, one that was full of memories that could be recalled at the click of a button, got stolen right under me nose, rather from my belt.

so my inference is that don't wear belts and if you do wear them, then don't wear things on them.

My lovely W810i is lost forever and with it all my beautiful pictures, videos, voice audios, reminders, birthdays and an invaluable list of contacts compiled over a period of one year.

In memory of my dear phone,
the beautiful Sony Ericsson W810i

On This Day
Thursday The 13th
September 9/13

Regards,


Adil