Last week I lost my phone. It was not a high end- expensive smartphone. It was just a simple Nokia phone. And it was not my the first phone to have any sort of feeling. Then what made it special? Well, it was Glossy-Pearl-white and looked like a pebble, with perfect contours as if the time had shaped it. No dent and could handle three days of battery life, 2.4” color screen, and QWERTY keyboard. In simple words, It was poor guys Blackberry device. Timeless and antique. For sure it was out of the market and buying it again was nearly impossible. Losing such a beautiful crafted piece of tech was saddening. Every time I saw that small pin charger, it reminded me what I had just lost. Little did I know when I lost it, where I lost it and how I lost such a precious. I couldn’t remember where I last kept it, maybe because I was surrounded by this era of the social network, online message popups’ and nonsensical slang like Wassup, Hmmm Hmmm, kkkk and counting dots to end a sentence... ...
Because its all about Journey, not the destination.