A Lost Phone means Lost Friends..!

In the era of mobiles and stored numbers what happens if you lose your mobile? Well, with the faculty of memory having become extinct, you are cut off from the rest of the world. Rumors float about your well being and health as Bob finds out!

"Who's this?" asks the voice at the other end.

"Who's this!" I mimic.

"Will you please give your name!"

 "I thought you'd stored my number!" I say furiously.

"Bob, its you!"

"You mean you didn't recognize me?"

"I've forgotten how to recognize voices after I started storing numbers!"

"So how come you haven't stored mine?"

"I did!"

"Oh yeah!"

"But I lost my phone and with it all the numbers of all my friends!"

"But didn't you write it down somewhere?"

"No!"

"We've been friends years, don't you know mine by heart?"

"Come on Bob, you know those days of by hearting stopped with cell phones and their storage memories!"

                    And that's the story of a lost phone; you lose cell phone and you've lost friends! After that you wait apprehensively hoping they'll call up one by one and you can slowly add them back to the list on your new cell phone.

"Hi!" you say eagerly when new phone rings.

"Sir, are you interested in insurance?"

"Idiot!"

"Hi!" you shout again.

"If you have not paid your bill, your phone will be disconnected, if you have not paid your bill your phone will be disconnected, if you…"

                    You cut off recorded voice and wait; hours and minutes go by, months and years, you finally get a number and ring a friend, "Hello its me, Bob!"

"Hey we've all been wondering where you were!"

"Well you could have rung!" I say lamely.

"I was planning to, but you know how time passes by!"

"You got Kumar's number?"

"Oh you didn't know?"

"Know what?"

"Kumar passed away last year, we were wondering why you weren't there at the funeral!"

"And Sonny?"

"Sonny's gone to Dubai, we had a farewell for him last week, wondering why you didn't turn up, but everybody said you'd stopped calling, said you'd become a recluse!"

"Recluse? I lost my phone!" I shout.

"So use the landline!"

"But I don't have your numbers!" I say weakly.

"But I stay in the next street, you could have come over?"

"I wanted to," I say lamely, "but I couldn't message you and ask if you were at home..!"