The first time I was offered a cell phone was when I was at school. I didn't want one. If I did accept one my parents would be able to call me whenever they wanted and I would lose a little of my freedom. Those are but lost days.
After a few years, I began studying in a university for higher education in a different city. My parents and I lived thousands of miles apart. This time, the only reason I accepted a cell phone was so that I would be able to talk to my girlfriend who lived in the city I had just left. I was given a new smart phone. I wasn't too excited at the time about it apart from the frequent top-ups which I would use up almost as frequently.
Time went by and I made a lot of new friends. We got very close. It had been months since I had broken up with that girlfriend. I didn't have any memories of her to watch before my eyes. I had no pictures. I had no videos. I had nothing to remember her by. But that was alright. I didn't care much.
My friends kept me occupied. We went out every night and always had a great time. We took a lot of pictures, not for memories, rather to remember what we did the last night and where we went. That's because we ended up taking something or the other, injecting something and forgot everything the next day. I was an addict like some others. Life seemed good.
It's been many years now. I've been clean. I'm working in a major multinational and quite happy with life. But I miss my friends from college. And I miss Roy. He was funny and always ready for an adventure. He always knew exactly what to say and what not to. He was the glue that kept our little rag-tag group together.
Roy had died of drug overdose one eventful night when we were all high on cocaine. We were all charged with felony for possession and use of drugs but my dear friend lost his life. I will always remember him, if only by one of the few pictures that I have of him, taken through my phone. I shall always cherish the good memories, when we took those pictures and weren't high. I wish Roy was hear to say something witty right now. But all I have are pictures.
Rest in peace, my friend.
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