Sometime ago, I gave my Jot Touch 4, nicknamed The Magic Wand, to my dad for him to fumble in ProCreate on iPad. Ideally he would have gone on to be a great artist. In reality, he played games on iPad all day. What is worse, my magic wand was nowhere to be found despite our best effort.

Then sometime ago, I was helping parents cleaning and opened a random drawer. There it was, except there was no juice inside, worn away by the vicissitudes of time. The charger, of course, was nowhere to be found despite our best effort.

My magic wand brought back bittersweet memories of the days when I drew extensively for fun.

Some people don't cherish stuff. angry I still have a lot of correspondences from friends, some of whom I have not seen for ages. Well, I am sure that I have thrown away and lost things given by others as well.