The moment I open my laptop, I get a feel as if the whole world, nay the entire universe, is in my fists and at my command. If there is no limit to imaginations, equally there is no limit to what is available on this machine, the laptop. Your thoughts may fall short of their sequence and series but not the computer –it is your companion virtually on all fronts and factors in a limitless measure. When I feel off and morose, my laptop is the last resort for me to depend upon, and I take it like I am talking to it the way one can inter-act with his girl friend, freely and without any reservations. In such a gush of romance laden realisation, I feel like I am touching the sky and am much above the level of earth. Whenever my machine goes out of order or undergoes some snag, I feel I have fallen sick and I lose my form altogether. I am able to regain my normal self only after my laptop is restored to its normal functioning. I spend, on an average, about 10 hours a day with this companion of mine, and this is a time so romantic and ecstatic that makes me feel that I am totally in a different world. I love you, my laptop.