Dear Device,

Of all the people I could write to, tonight I choose to write to you. This is not a love letter, but always remember that I have a lot of love for you. It’s just that, at some point, your love turns toxic. Sorry.

I remember the day you arrived home. I remember unpacking you, chucking aside the warranty information papers, the user guide, and all unnecessary other paraphernalia. I remember how I ran into my garden and started to snap away at the various flowers that grew there- all to test the camera. It was beautiful. I did not know how many flowers were there until that day in the garden. You brought them to my attention.

Then the day a horrible accident befell the both of us. A prankster cousin pushed us into the swimming pool. And the dive that we went for, was your last. After that, you were never the same. And yet, the efforts to resuscitate you were long-drawn. Many remedies were tried and tested. To no avail.

In the dark night, with you not there to keep me company, I began to think about how my life had revolved around you. Far more than is acceptable. That I would treat you better than I was treating most humans! Unthinkable. And yet. Here we are.

And so, tonight, I’, breaking up with you. No, not entirely. I can never do without you. But I’ve decided to keep my distance. I have learnt my lesson well. Perhaps, one day, I shall truly be done with you. One day, I shall wash my hands of you.