It grew more and more worse as time went. She used to leave
me to charge overnight and I used to get heated up. Before, she always made
sure she never did this by putting an alarm and waking up in the middle of the
night and then switching off the charging port. She had gotten very careless
with me now.
Then came the summers. I was always hot and needed some
cooling down. But she never stopped leaving me to charge overnight. This caused
me to heat up even more and I started getting slower. I was so hot that
everything was a daze. I couldn’t process anything properly. I heard her
telling her friend that I was useless and getting more and more slack by the
day. It hurt me so much.
She was constantly hurting me. But I loved her so. I tried
in many ways to prove myself to her. Tried to say that I wasn’t so stupid and
useless, that I was a great phone. I started working overtime and it didn’t
help me in any way. All those extra hours of work were making my processor slower
and my battery drain faster which in turn caused her to curse me more. I remember
sitting late into the night praying and asking God (if there was one) to show
me a way, to make her like me again, to make her love me the way she did in the
beginning. Whatever I did only seemed to make things worse. Nothing seemed to
work.
One day, after maybe a year of our relationship, she was
boarding a bus holding me in her hand. She never put me inside a bag or
anything as she was afraid of thieves who would try and steal me. But they
wouldn’t if they had seen my condition. I was scratched all over my screen and
my paint had come off in many places. There was also this SIM card problem I
was facing. Who would have wanted to steal such a phone? So anyway, as she was
boarding the bus I felt myself slip from her hands. I wanted to protest but she
was in a hurry to get onto the bus. And then it happened. I fell face down on the
road under the bus. The moment I fell I felt so much pain! I thought I would
die! But all my love for her came to my mind and I thought I had to stay alive
at least for her sake. Because no matter how much she mistreated me, I believed
she would miss me terribly if I was gone. So with great effort I held on until
I felt a hand pick me up. It was her and she was looking at me to see if
anything had gone wrong. If not for a few extra scratches on my screen I was
fine. She heaved a sigh of relief and got onto the bus where the driver was
already scolding her for holding up the line of people getting into the bus.
She got in, sat next to her friend and said “Thank God my
phone’s so insensitive. If it were as sensitive as your phone it would never
have switched on again.” She and her friend started laughing about the entire
incident and I somehow, deep down inside, knew that this incident had given her
confidence about my robustness and she would get even more careless with me. But
I hoped she would realize how careless she had been and would treat me with a
little respect. A little hope never killed anyone, right? But hope was all I
had I realized.
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