Which is worse...

..leaving your mobile at home, or seeing that there is not a single missed call or message at the end of the day?!

With spring in my feet, and jolly as ever, I ting-a-linged to work that day. No gym. No breakfast. But there was a tune in my walk as I had had the best sleep ever. No dreams, or none that I could remember. No frantic odd hour calls from girl friends, no not-so-frantic and not-so-important odd hour calls from guy friends. The radio playing all night in my ears, calm, soft, perfect.

I left home smiling in my own little world, unaware that I had left my best buddy under the covers. Nothing could spoil my day except the realisation of what I had done. Being a girl, I am allowed to say it was a nightmare! All those important calls, texts, friends expecting a reply, family worrying where I was. I wondered what people would think when I did not respond. Would they email instead? Would they contact my other friends to check if they knew anything about my whereabouts? Would anyone try and contact my work-place? Would anyone send out a search party? I think I was more worried about my MIA status than anyone else in the entire world. It was a 'the-world-might-have-stopped-coz-nobody-knows-where-I-am' moment.

The rest of the day was hard.

Back home, I was in a frenzy, which turned into anxiety, and then into a abashed-what-were-you-thinking expression! A look worth a million awards. None, no calls, no messages. Nothing at all. My presence was obsolete. Melo-drama at its peak, and in an animated surprised-with-disappointment sort of a way, I was in all sense of the word- Shocked.

Clearly something was wrong? or did I just over-estimate my existence.