Taken

You know the feeling that hits you when (one of) your most prized possession(s) is stolen from you?

There is bereavement. The immense anger. The deep regret. The endless self-reprisals. The wonder on how you could be so f*cking stupid.

Then there's the small voice of reason that tells you that you shouldn't be too attached to materialistic things in the first place.

Even if it's a five year old, outdated iPhone 4s.

But it was my loyal companion.

I pray for the messiest death for the thieves. And I pray - knowing how unlikely it will ever be granted - for my precious to return to my side.