So the latest news is that I have been royally ditched and relegated to the position of a third wife. Even M, Zack’s first wife is horrified by the latest development and has been trying to mope the fact that he has been displaced by a palm sized 5 inch thing.
The smartphone is the latest love of the husband who shot accusatory glances at me when I first mentioned him to start using one. He had an old phone which had been introduced in the markets when mobiles were a new concept. That phone has had innumerable deaths and unimaginable resuscitations. It lived a grand life before begging for moksha, always the cynosure of the husband’s eyes, who would be impervious to the mocks and laughs directed towards his phone.
The new phone was gazed with lot of admiration. And reverence, if I may add so.
The icing on the cake was when the screen guard of the tiny camera came off. He started rummaging in the dresser and came to me with my bindi packet. His plan was to remove the thin transparent film which comes on the packet, cut a small circle out of it and protect his precious camera screen from dust and skin. He did succeed in fitting it, but a tiny air bubble appeared which robbed him of an hour of peace.
I had remarked dryly that all this ooh-ah for the phone will last only for three days, much to his consternation. Here I am now, eating my own words when I see him and his phone inseparable. His trophy wife 👿