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Messaging, possibly messaging is something I do sincerely….

Up to a maximum of 200 messages in a single day, to an average of almost 60-70 daily . Yes! Do not be surprised I am not exaggerating…The "Vodaphone" scheme helps a lot too making it an addiction rather than a habit…Riju, Rai, Tanaya, Maddy Tanay, Sam, sometimes long lost people and of late Pattie are my partners in the crime…

A daily dose of night time chit chat, well serves as a sedative , a relaxant…..Insecurity of presence or fear of anonymity or just trauma of being alone , or what exactly I have not been able to decipher…but my day isn't complete without texting…

A daily goodnight session with Rai, in general is a must for both of us… The topics of discussion are insignificant but the fact that my fingers are in perpetual motion, typing as if in a frenzy …is what concerns me the most....

If I need to be focused… I have to make sacrifices and what more to me than messages… but then I am still not sure of survival without my thumbs having to exercise daily…. However I have decided to try a rehabilitation program..Keeping my phone "off" for somepart of the day… Try and motivate myself to save cash and not spend hundreds on , " Ar Bol " , but yet haven been able to execute the plan… hope to do it soon……………..

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