the shortlived mourning

So, I lost my iPhone a few days back. It was my most expensive purchase ever. An hour of panic, running around and frantic phone calls later I gave up. I was heartbroken beyond measure. I was running my life on that thingamajig.

Despite my colleague’s assurances that it wasn’t the end of the world, I couldn’t gather myself up for dinner. I just stayed in my hotel room and mourned the loss. My eyes were red from holding back the sorrow. It’s silly actually. It was dramatic then because it felt like someone cut my arm off.

Just then something very fitting crossed my mind. I thought of other things I could lose. I thought of my family – the parents, the siblings and I thought of all my friends. I thought of how it would be when I learn that I cannot play football anymore. I wondered blankly how grievous such a moment would be if it arrived. In a movie-like moment, the iPhone didn’t matter that much anymore.

I could always buy a new one, non?