Mobile phones were still transitioning from
Luxury to necessity during my college days,
I never wanted one, never asked for one,
I knew there were bills that needed to be paid.
My brother walked in one evening,
A brand new Motorola flip phone in his hands
‘For you,’ he said, smiling happily,
This was a month’s salary, plus savings that he had.
Even he didn’t have one, and he worked,
Yet, he thought of me first,
He beamed as he gave it to me,
I stood there speechless, I had no words.
That moment’s significance has grown with time,
The sacrifice, the ready compromise,
This simple selfless gesture,
I cannot recall it with dry eyes.
I have had many phones after that,
But that tiny black phone holds a special place in my heart,
It stands for everything my brothers and I were, still are,
Each other’s backbones, even when apart.