How is my lost phone a blessing in disguise for all of us

Dear Friends and Family

They say: Each misfortune is a blessing in disguise

Well initially it was tough for me to digest the fact that loss of my cell phone was any blessing for me.

Yesterday night, I was distraught when I realized I had forgotten my phone in auto-rickshaw. I searched whole house in vain, hoping phone would just "show up". I even messaged my cell phone using other number promising some prize money for the person who would return it. Why wouldn't I? It had many pics of me and my nephew exploring Mumbai during last weekend. Money can't be more important than memories...right? And obviously the phone was not cheap (it was iPhone 5S)

Anyways, as today proceeded I began to accept the fact that I might never be able to see the face of my phone again. Then began the obvious steps of police complaint and what not.

While I was going through all this I tried to understand what good can be hidden there in me losing the phone with all photos, personal data and contacts...Contacts!!! Then it struck me. It's the loss of contacts that is a blessing in disguise :D

Now all of you have an unique opportunity to either stay connected with me or get away from me. You can inbox me with your latest numbers or just ignore this post and make me go away from your life. It's surely tempting to let me fade away from your life :P You can always say you never saw this post or knew I had lost your contact details. See...it's an opportunity for all of us to refine our circle, to choose if we want to remain in touch :)

With this hope that only the people who genuinely want to be in touch would inbox me their numbers, I am ending this letter. Please...please...please!!! Think again if you will truly enjoy my company or a conversation with me before you send me your phone number. For those who don't want to...I would be sad but will respect your decision.


Regards
M

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