<p class="bodytext">Putting up a stiff resistance to this alliance, I had successfully remained a ‘solo’ for quite a while, priding myself for being an adamant outlier. I constantly faced unrelenting exhortations from people on the ‘other side of the fence’. “She will change your life for good; you’ll find her indispensable, nay, even irresistible. How are you managing without her?” A volley of persuasive urgings from friends and well-wishers tested my resilience.</p>.<p class="bodytext">Finally, I gave in and entered into a ‘wedlock’ with her. My initial misgivings and trepidations were so quickly allayed by her; I discovered that she was a wonderful companion who went with me everywhere, not only lightening my burden but also lighting up our lives. A multifaceted genius, she could accomplish umpteen tasks with such consummate ease and felicity that I found her not only seductive but addictive as well.</p>.<p class="bodytext">So several years of our camaraderie and dalliance passed, and it was now almost unthinkable to lead life without her. She would help me socialise and talk to anyone I needed to, faithfully help pay my bills, successfully engage in financial transactions, double up as my ‘leading light’, teach me—oh, she was many-sided and continued to add new dimensions to our coalition. No request from me was too big for her, and I could hardly tolerate her absence, even for short spells.</p>.<p class="bodytext">Finding such mates was so necessitous that many of my friends had turned polygamous, bringing home many of her ilk. But I resisted. Being very fidelitous, in view of her conduct with me, I didn’t dare to jilt her by being a ‘philanderer.’ I remained with her alone through thick and thin; both of us are now an inseparable duo. As for me, she was a perfect foil, and my synergy with her was one of love, admiration, and even respect. </p>.<p class="bodytext">Much to my chagrin and horror, I found her missing one day and couldn’t come to terms with the excruciating agony and sense of loss. It was as though I’d lost a part of myself. Scouring every nook and cranny, enquiring her whereabouts from all known to me, I pulled out all stops to reunite with her. But, so unkindly, she remained stubbornly elusive until my wife called my landline at work to inform me that I had forgotten her at home and that she, now, was fully ‘charged’. Bingo! I had found my cell phone after all! </p>
<p class="bodytext">Putting up a stiff resistance to this alliance, I had successfully remained a ‘solo’ for quite a while, priding myself for being an adamant outlier. I constantly faced unrelenting exhortations from people on the ‘other side of the fence’. “She will change your life for good; you’ll find her indispensable, nay, even irresistible. How are you managing without her?” A volley of persuasive urgings from friends and well-wishers tested my resilience.</p>.<p class="bodytext">Finally, I gave in and entered into a ‘wedlock’ with her. My initial misgivings and trepidations were so quickly allayed by her; I discovered that she was a wonderful companion who went with me everywhere, not only lightening my burden but also lighting up our lives. A multifaceted genius, she could accomplish umpteen tasks with such consummate ease and felicity that I found her not only seductive but addictive as well.</p>.<p class="bodytext">So several years of our camaraderie and dalliance passed, and it was now almost unthinkable to lead life without her. She would help me socialise and talk to anyone I needed to, faithfully help pay my bills, successfully engage in financial transactions, double up as my ‘leading light’, teach me—oh, she was many-sided and continued to add new dimensions to our coalition. No request from me was too big for her, and I could hardly tolerate her absence, even for short spells.</p>.<p class="bodytext">Finding such mates was so necessitous that many of my friends had turned polygamous, bringing home many of her ilk. But I resisted. Being very fidelitous, in view of her conduct with me, I didn’t dare to jilt her by being a ‘philanderer.’ I remained with her alone through thick and thin; both of us are now an inseparable duo. As for me, she was a perfect foil, and my synergy with her was one of love, admiration, and even respect. </p>.<p class="bodytext">Much to my chagrin and horror, I found her missing one day and couldn’t come to terms with the excruciating agony and sense of loss. It was as though I’d lost a part of myself. Scouring every nook and cranny, enquiring her whereabouts from all known to me, I pulled out all stops to reunite with her. But, so unkindly, she remained stubbornly elusive until my wife called my landline at work to inform me that I had forgotten her at home and that she, now, was fully ‘charged’. Bingo! I had found my cell phone after all! </p>
