The first time that I laid my eyes on you, my heart nearly skipped a beat. It was love at first sight and I was sure that we were meant to be together. The year was 2002 and I had moved to Delhi for my first post-graduation. Amidst adjusting to a new phase of life and struggling with emotional turbulence, you were the reason I stayed connected and never felt lonely. You were privy to the most private conversations yet I felt comfortable in your presence. The fact that you came into my life with my parents’ approval made it easy for me to take care of our joint finances.
Two years later, I moved to Bangalore and you chose to come along. Initially, you had little reception issues but you coped up quickly. As I joined the corporate world, you became my go-to medium to stay connected with the world. I accept that I had random thoughts about approaching some better prospects as my affordability increased but eventually I shunned them away. I could never think of replacing you.
I tried various options to keep you updated with the latest trends in fashion and technology but you were simply not interested. Many a time, I bore the brunt of sarcastic jibes because of my attachment to you. Then suddenly you started showing signs of mood swings by intermittently blocking all modes of communication. I grew exasperated.
We were both trying to decode each other and the future of this relationship as I started a new journey as a B-school student. You completely refused to co-operate then and I had no option but to seek a new relationship with a good-looking, sophisticated and updated support system.
However, it was an association driven by necessity and you had carved a permanent place in my heart. I had convinced myself that this was a temporary arrangement and we would successfully surpass the seven-year itch. I tried working on you to help you survive this era of competition and you did respond at irregular intervals. But I had no idea that the time of our relationship was running out.
In 2009, I had relocated to Mysore to head a Bank branch and soon you decided to end all ties with me as you breathed your last in the Samsung service center. Your re-birth looked improbable and I returned home tearfully with your beautiful blue body and fond memories.
It’s been 9 years now and I have moved on to multiple alliances though none could even remotely become as special as you. Recently my 2.9-year-old discovered you lying in the showcase. He was so impressed by you that he has claimed you as his own. Even though you don’t breathe signals anymore, your mummified form has a new admirer in my toddler.
So dear Samsung SGH C225, I hope you know how much you meant to me because owning you as the first mobile phone was nothing short of a dream come true.
This is the seventh and last post of Bar-A-Thon Blogging Challenge (2nd to 15th July 2018) by Blog-A-Rhythm. The prompt for the day is Seven-year itch while the theme for this challenge for all the days is run/chase/dash/marathon/sprint. I have chosen to combine both the prompt and theme to come up with this piece of flash fiction.