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The Nokia N86, which I got in university, was my very first smartphone. I still remember being impressed by its slim front buttons (so sleek!) and it’s inbuilt kickstand. The week I acquired my new companion, I went to East Coast Park, where I decided to rent a pair of Kangaroo jumping boots and ended up taking a nasty spill. I didn’t want to scratch the phone, so I refused to let of it to break my fall even as I crashed to the ground. The N86 was fine, but I still have a shiny white scar on my right wrist from that tumble ages ago.

The N86 was also the phone that I first started reading on, lying in bed devouring Forgotten Realms novels on a 2.6-inch display so small that I had to flip pages every couple of sentences. The N86 and I went on to lead a long and happy life together, and I was sad to see it go.

After becoming a tech journalist a few years ago, life started to become an ever-changing carousel of phones. Samsung, LG, Asus, Huawei, Oppo, Xiaomi phones would pass through my hands every few months, and I rarely used a single handset long enough to form any attachment to it.

The only phone that’s left a lasting impression on me in recent years is the Samsung Galaxy S7. I got it at my first overseas phone launch (the Mobile World Congress in Barcelona), where I ended up with an awful bout of food poisoning, the fault of some very delicious Spanish burgers. The next day, I missed a sightseeing trip to the Sagrada Familia, instead curling up on a bed in my hotel room, clutching my new S7 and nibbling on small pots of baby food.

I’m sure that not just for me, but for many of us, phones have become more than mere communication devices. They have become sources of entertainment, cameras for capturing fleeting moments, and yes, signposts for memories.

So who knows? The phone in your hand right now could be your 8250 or N86 of the future, something you’d look back on in the years to come with nostalgia and fond memories.

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