Her patience was also disappearing. Her energy wasn't what it used to… — Pages Of My Diary — TG.ME

Her patience was also disappearing. Her energy wasn't what it used to be. Once, she could stay with me for hours. Then an hour. Then half an hour. Eventually, her battery backup became shorter than my attention span while studying. Honestly, it was like my privacy in India everyone knows it's supposed to exist, but nobody has actually seen it. Still, I didn't leave her. Because by then, she had become more than someone I spent time with. She had become a witness. She had seen years of my life pass in front of her. She had been there for the boring days, the exciting nights, the stupid decisions, the movies, the games, the late night thoughts, the unfinished work and the countless moments when I opened her without even knowing what I wanted to do. She had watched me procrastinate so consistently that I'm pretty sure she had started believing procrastination was my actual profession. And then, this morning... I woke up. Sat down. And called her. Nothing. I tried again. Nothing. I pressed the button once more. Still nothing. I waited. Nothing. I stared at her for a long time. And before you say it No. I am not going to the washroom. I've already used that solution twice. This time, she wasn't coming back. After all these years, she had finally decided that she'd had enough. And strangely, I wasn't angry. I just sat there remembering everything. The movies. The games. The late nights. The ridiculous amount of time we spent together. The kick. The water. The blue screen. The keys that developed their own personalities. The battery that slowly gave up on life. And suddenly, I realised something. We spend years surrounded by things that quietly become part of us. We don't notice it happening. Until one morning, one of them doesn't wake up. So, yes... I should probably tell you who she was. She wasn't my girlfriend. She wasn't an old love. She wasn't even human. She was my laptop. My old, stubborn, overworked, water damaged, accidentally kicked, emotionally unavailable laptop. And honestly? We had a beautiful relationship. She gave me movies without asking for a date. Games without complaining about my screen time. Silence without making it awkward. Privacy without asking questions. And the only thing she ever consistently demanded from me was electricity. Even that became difficult toward the end. So goodbye, old girl. Thank you for staying. Thank you for surviving me. Thank you for every movie, every game, every late night and every ridiculous memory. You were never just a machine. You were a small, glowing piece of my life. And if there is an afterlife for old laptops, I hope yours has unlimited battery, a perfectly functioning keyboard, good Wi-Fi... and, most importantly, nobody kicking you at 3 a.m. Rest well. You earned it. And don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I just need to find someone new. Someone with good battery life...