Dear Mobile Phones, Today, I'm writing this letter to you through you. You wouldn't be surprised, yeah? Well, I wouldn't be if someone writes me a letter through the pen bought by my own money. How cheesy of him! Nevertheless, I wrote this to you out of sheer worry of my mum. She has constantly been after me to say you a goodbye at last. But the stubborn me has almost been successful in procrastinating her. Though, mollifying her is too difficult a job. You are just going to go sleep in half an hour and that's why I'll try to complete this before that time. | caption | Dear Mobile Phones, Today, I'm writing this letter to you through you. You wouldn't be surprised, yeah? Well, I wouldn't be if someone writes me a letter through the pen bought by my own money. How cheesy of him! Nevertheless, I wrote this to you out of sheer worry of my mum. She has constantly been after me to say you a goodbye at last. But the stubborn me has almost been successful in procrastinating her. Though, mollifying her is too difficult a job. You are just going to go sleep in half an hour and that's why I'll try to complete this before that time. There have been many instances when you brought me in trouble. Sometimes, through your notifications and some other times, your phone calls. I'm here to make you feel embarrassed? Nah! I'm here, writing this to let both you and me acknowledge that there are more important things in life for both of us than each other. It's definitely not that I stick to you whole day or vice versa. It's just that, now, even I think that our meetings are being held too often. May be, I should make a time table or something like that. I remember, reading in a magazine about setting break time on YouTube. Yes, it actually has that feature. Well, I'm not gonna pursue you or your manufacturer to copy them, but I think that's a good idea. When following it, neither you nor I would be held guilty for anything. Every now and then, I see you in my hands. Either in my room, just beside the staircase or in a nook in the living room. I have to, now, admit that you have taken a form of a 'must' in my life. I look here and there in between, while writing this to you. May be, my impulse knows your fate and my future. Prior precautions are necessary, but not permanent.