Today I said a final goodbye to a very dear friend of mine. He had been fighting for his life for over a month now but he did not deserve to go this young and in such brutal heartbreaking way, where I was not even able to say a proper goodbye. Sometimes when I used to see the scarred and sorry looking face of his, I used to think maybe it was kinder on him to just let him go... But I never lost hope, not entirely, that maybe someone, somewhere, somehow would be able to fix him. He recovered too once three weeks back but it did not last for very long and before I knew it, he was in much worse condition only like a week later.
For the past 4 years, 4 magical years, he has been with me through all the ups and downs of my life. Where ever I went, he went side by side, hand in hand. Whenever I fell, he fell. Whenever I was sad, he made sure that I get to talk to someone to make me feel better. In return I wasn't able to do much for him. Although I used to pick him up and dust him off whenever he fell (mind you he used to fall often), I feel I should have been more careful in order to not let him fall at all. I used to complain about him all the time. I used to call him useless, old fashioned piece of junk but he didn't mind, he used to act just the same as he did before.
Ah... How I miss my old friend now. He knew almost all of my secrets, all of my passwords, all of my favorite songs, all of my crushes, all of my conversations with them and all my friends, and all of the little poems and short stories that I wrote. In short, he was my best friend and I've lost him today.
In all reality, he could have lived on for a few weeks or even months had it not been for the accident where he flew out the window and landed on the road only to be run over by a motorbike. I was there, I was the one who was driving the car and it all happened in a matter of seconds which seemed like an eternity. The incident replays itself over and over in my head. It was something like this: a motorbike, trying to avoid a rickshaw, bumps into another motorbike who cuts in front of me, I brake hard and spin the wheel around in order to save the guy on the motorbike. It was during these seconds, when the car turns around uncontrollably, he flies out the window on to the road and the bike coming behind him runs him over. I look out the window and see him lying there, broken to the core. A nice stranger picks him up and walks over to my car and hands him to me and I very tenderly hold him in my hands and look down at my old, trusted and finally broken friend, Nokia 6760. I know he is not with me anymore and I’m sure he can’t listen to me right now but I would like to say this to him that no matter how much I complained about you, I loved you more than you know… Hell I've loved you more than I ever knew. You will be missed. Forever. Rest in peace old friend.
P.S. Never keep your cellphone on the dashboard of your car with windows down. -.-
