A tribute to my first cell phone.

I am writing this in memory of my old and first phone. The one I loved so much, and miss so sorely. I am a big fan of the phone. Especially since it was the first one I owned, and gave me the chance to 'be near' all my near and dear ones, more than a thousand miles away... and also those a few minutes away. I cherish the memories shared with it.

It was a Samsung E715. I remember being so excited with it, I used to admire it for hours together. It was stylish, compact and sleek. It was certainly my pride and gave me a sense of self-importance while yapping away with the pour soul on the other end. I curse myself for the unfortunate day when it slipped out of my hand to hit the cement floor and break into two. I was so shocked, and tried in vain to put it together back again. I somehow managed to, but the screen wouldn't work and I had no indication of an incoming call. Now, its missing too. I so much want to hold it in my hand. My roomie has the same one, and it makes me feel so nostalgic.

Not that my current phone is bad. Its sleek and stylish and currently the no.1 in the market. It makes heads turn, and on many occasions, some have asked if they can hold it too (As you might have figured out by now, I don't compromise on style, regardless of the hole in my pocket). Its a Motorola Special Edition Black Razr V3. I am glad it serves the purpose of filling in my pride, but my heart still yearns for my first love. Wherever you are, honey...Rest In Peace.