Obituary

With a very heavy heart I have to bear the loss of my 5 year old contact number. This number has been with me through thick and thin. It had seen the greatest and the worst times of my life so far. There are countless memories that I associate with this number.

It has been audience to heartbreaks; witness to miracles and a messenger of hope. It has heard so many sad news of not clearing any entrance examinations to a surprise of me cracking the DU M.Sc. Entrance. With this number I have fought with so many friends; planned beautiful surprises; counselled my dear friends; taught many people over the phone.

It would silently and patiently listen to my mindless chatter for hours. If I would be happy and call numerous people to share my excitement and there would be times; I would just scroll through entire contact list looking for someone to share my grief.

Those emotional cries and silent sobs; it has always stood by me in the toughest of times. Sitting silently it would help me revisit some beautiful moments; prompting me to read my inbox. It has been a witness to my endless waits to calls, messages, missed calls. The blink on the screen would light up my eyes; such was its magic.

Some-days I would give missed calls to friends and they would call me back; some-days friends would play the missed calls. And it has tolerated all my idiosyncrasies - from calculating how this number affects me according to numerology to how rhythmic it sounds on speaking this number; it has laughed at me for all these years.

Some-days I would just switch it off just to cut-off from the world; and secretly wish when I switch it on there would be missed calls and messages.Some-days it would buzz continuously congratulating me on getting admission; securing a job; celebrating birthdays to celebrating my engagement.

It has seen me grow; from the short tempered silly girl to a comparatively calm person who has just discovered the art of listening. It would hear me sing over the fun; flirt with my beloved; giving tech support to dad and family matter advises to mom and planning movie outings with bhai.

I would save all the beautiful quotes which I read somewhere in draft messages ; forward silly messages; irritate my friends while they were talking to girlfriends. There would be times when some-one would pick up my missed call and I would burn half a litre of my blood brooding over the loss of 50p for that call. And then there would be days; when I would say; give me a missed I'l call you back.

And there would be times when I would coordinate events over the phone; ordering people; planning and discussing management issues and leading a team of over 100 people.

It has seen me getting irritated with crank calls; to getting interviewed for job; gossiping endlessly with Neha; planning outings with friend; to getting all lovey-dovey (blush) .

This number has done it all :)

Yeah; may be I am getting to emotional but I have always been sensitive about things that have been loyal to me. They dont speak up; but you know they are there. There are somethings you dont want to change or give up and mobile number is one of them. 

Aah... and for the fact that why I killed it; I killed it for some greater good. Sorry my dear; but I am sure over these years you would have understood; somethings are better off in Letting Go; and you were one of those.

This post is a dedication to you because you were important to me and had become a part of my identity.

P.S. : Ok guys! there aint any sacrifice in giving up my number; all my family has moved to one network and so I move on (the greater good you see :) ) but I wish to make my old number feel special.