And then there was light!

A friend linked me to an absolutely wonderful article by a New York times writer with lots of picture from old shot on Kodachrome. I fell in love with the colours and was so startled by the shot of a man munching on a huge piece of watermelon that I elbowed a tall jug of water, knocking it over, triggering a tsunami.

My miniature post-its, note pads, stacks of neatly written notes on Joo Chiat, SD cards, cameras, Vietnam Souvenirs were all at risk! But my eyeball was on my macbook.

For the second time in it's short history, my macbook's screen flickered. I was frantic! The water demons had finally come for it and there was no Noah's ark in sight. This was a sign that the apocalypse was near. I snatched the only piece of absorbant cloth from my desk - this was a beloved jacket - and dabbed the keyboards dry. 

But alas, the screen remained pitch black and no amount of booting would save it.  

I was resigned. And strangely, my panic turned into an odd calmness and then a little glee snuck in. I  could finally retire the laptop that has served me so faithfully the last 5 years. I sat it at a corner of my bedroom and hoped for the best - at least let me save the data, I prayed. 

This morning, after frantically texting the gadget boy (he who can solve all tech issues) for some reassurance that data redemption was indeed possible, I booted it one last time just to see if it would work.

As they say, the rest is history.

There was light!

I did a few whoopees in the air. But a part of me died, when will I ever buy a new laptop?