Giving away a part of myself!

Whether good or bad - the first's in life are events which one always remembers. Be it the sight of your parents when you're popped out from your mother's womb into this world(obviously your parents remember this), the first word which you utter, you're first step on mother earth.


Fast forwarding, your 1st job interview, failing miserably in it and then a you eventually grab a job in a firm which you think is the most respectable in the whole world. You get your 1st salary and without any vacillation you spend it on your parents. The expression on their face is again something which you just cannot afford to forget.


So after a few more months, you finally treat yourself and buy a cell phone, the 1st huge purchase for yourself from your salary. You use it for a year and then buy another phone. In spite of knowing the fact that you won't be using the old model again, you decide to keep it as a  priced possession.


Another year passes by and finally you exchange both the phones to get a new one. Selling the 2nd phone was not of much pain but it was the first phone which causes certain degree of pain. Something which became a part of your treasured memories was being sold off at throwaway price.


Just like living things, these non living things leave a mark in your life. A mark which might make you feel happy or sad. What matters most is how you handle it.


-To the 1st phone which I purchased with my own salary :P

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