My wrist watch from the last nine years stopped working. Its just a small gadget, but has been special for me. It was gifted to me by my Dad when I completed 10th. I have literally grown with it. It has been my friend in the changing times. Through the new found freedom in junior college, the blitzkrieg of engineering and then through the ups and downs of professional life and recently through the weirdness called grad life. This little thing meant so much, I didn't change its time after coming here in the US. It kept reading home time. After working day and night, and trying to keep my disorganized self in place, it is done for good.
I hope to get it back to life, after going home. These little things in life, sometimes we attach so much value to them. But they stand for something that can't be explained in words.