Classic executive on the move. a handbag that had feminine stuff that looked very professional, a brief case for the laptop, and lunchbox that ensured healthy food as opposed to the oily office canteen food.
“Holy Christ”Nina if only the burden could reduce. But everything seemed so needed. Okay, she had listened to her daughter and started keeping her schedules and to do lists on the laptop, but the laptop had to be lugged too. Then her daughter had taught her how to access the stuff on her mobile… hallelujah … the mobile had conked out…” we are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works.” She thought. This from a graduate of one of the premium engineering colleges.
“Mom, world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes” commented her daughter,
“What do you mean?”
“Like your car needs fuel mom dearest your phone needs to be charged you know.”
Yes something that Nina seem to forget, her husband seemed to make ritual of it, Yoga, coffee, with the newspaper plug in the mobile, of course at the plug near the dining table and charging would go on till he finished bath and breakfast.
“Your car has a mobile charger you know” observed Jigna.
“ Manage without the phone then, we are late, I do not have the time to explain”
Nina was quite fretting and fuming, quietly Jigna pulled out the new phone, plugged it in, “take care which way you plug it in, Jigna,”
“its okay mom, this is reversible, ”
“yes the USB type-c is reversible, so you can it any side.”
The drive was very quite actually it was loud with the silent argument going on, when she did arrive at the office, Jigna quietly unplugged the phone ,”mom, you are good for 4hrs now, 10mnts of charging gives 4hrs of charge. Put your alarm for 4hrs and charge it again.”
“anita, mashe chai haad bai,” Nina commanded dumping her hand bad, the story board seemed to be just blank nothing functional and she had to put the proposal by noon.
Open, the laptop, click the facial recognition, then check mail, here was a beautiful video clip and it had something like 3000 like, an elderly lady whose was massaging a younger woman’s head, who turn massaging still younger woman’s head, who massaged the head of a teenager and the teenager massaging a girl child, all of them seemed so involved the smile the bonding so vibrant.
“The message of the massage” was the title, and it was by Jigna.
Nina was furious, at what Jigna was doing instead of studying, she was busy stuff like this, and worst thing that could happen was allowing her smart phone, making matters worse, was the LG nexus 5 but the mother in Nina had to
appreciate the lovely quality of photographs.
Jigna kept telling her, that my phone is my muse, I keep experimenting on different various ways I can use its features.
“If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, get to work.”
“Mom, I thought I had to be like Sherlock Holmes, detaching my mind at will to a remarkable degree so that I do not notice how much it was hurting inside my head, but when I started using the photo-feature, things called out me to tell their story, some people spoke to me, and it is their story that I write. The muse mom is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gifts are those ideas we think of as we drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first wake.”
This mom, is my secret, I walk around each day the muse, my phone takes note of my dedication, she approves, and lets me capture it in her, then I sit down, and look through it, the google store helps store my pictures, as I flip through them it is as if I am magnetized and I attract iron fillings, called ideas and insights. My muse mom is with me, as1.55μm pixel Google app.