My little companion
The Separation It was a sudden trip. Stolen and sandwiched between two heavy work days. I travel lightly with a small overnighter. But I never forget to take a small lock for it even though I take the overnighter along with me as my cabin baggage. All through my life I could accumulate little of material value but still the idiosyncrasy persisted—protecting my mobile phone for a few minutes while it passed through the x-ray check at the airport security sitting smugly inside my overnighter; or, providing a token security to the not so valuable belongings in my overnighter while I left it in my room for work at the distant city. Over the years the overnighter changed but not the lock. It somehow became my companion—a little bit of security traveling with me in this insecure world, giving me an elusive peace of mind. I came to understand early that most locks do not come alone. Almost always they have a key as companion and you have to take care of the key while the lock travel...