Lifeline

Away from the blogosphere, away from the chatosphere and away from the pictosphere. That sums up my existence for the past 13 days without my iPhone. Yes, I depend on it. Rather than call myself a slave to it, I'd describe it as an extension of myself- for it performs not just the above-mentioned functions but provides a moral support just by being there. I don't know if you understand this.

The past 13 days went by in a blur.

Since I didn't have my organiser beeping every day to remind me of tasks, I forgot booking the gas and almost forgot R's inoculation (dutifully stencilled in the iPhone months ago). 

Since I didn't have my 500 odd favourite songs accompanying me on my morning walk, I decided to sleep in extra till my phone returned. (An additional kilo gained)

Since I didn't have easy access to my 3k odd photos, I didn't waste time rifling through them whenever I had a minute to spare and actually used that time productively!

However, I cannot imagine living on endlessly without my phone. It helps me connect/ meditate/ express- just live.

Yes, it's my lifeline!

Image courtesy: scaredpoet.com