A visual Diary;
A yin-yang made out of lines and shapes and another piece of intriguing line art, paired with a perfect winter morning with a subtle ray of sunshine, tempted me to pull out my phone and take a picture. Except, I didn’t. Or as I put it more accurately, I couldn’t. I reached in my pocket, expecting to feel the edges of my phone through my jeans, but all I felt was nothing but the outline of a one rupee coin I got as balance from when I bought a bowl of poha as breakfast from the canteen. Thinking it was some kind of a prank my friends were playing on me, an almost sure me asked my friends if they had seen my phone. The shake of their heads wasn’t registered as a sure denial by my careless mind and I went on to still believe it as a joke, despite their big- glaring eyes . I went on to give my jury, and too tired to even consider looking for my phone, I went to my room to sleep on my extremely comfortable bed. The pink sheets and my fluffy brown blanket almost instantly swallowed me into a deep slumber. I woke up, reaching out for my phone on instinct, when it finally hit me. I ran down the stairs, almost slipping on the newly polished floor, desperately looking for my friends. “Okay guys, enough jokes. Now give me back my phone”, I said, when I found them hanging out in the college canteen. “What are you on about? We don’t have your phone” said one of my friends, with, unfortunately, no hint of humour in her serious brown eyes. It was then that I realised that my dear comrade was actually lost. Yet, I was still amazed by how unaffected I was. I made half hearted attempts to try and look for it, a part of me knowing I’ll never see the precious sponge bob smiling at me through the lock screen.
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