Numbers fascinate me. And I believe in numbers. A good number with repeating digits is easy to memorize. That's one plus. For a number, I probed Faisalabad, Gujranwala, Vehari, Rawalpindi, Shakargarh, Mianwali, Hyderabad and finally Multan to get a number. The good old days of Lahore. It was some effort back then. I got what I was seeking. I paid some thousand rupees for it. After years I am very happy that I got that number. When someone praises it, I feel all the money that I paid for it and seeking it is returned. After this number, I did get new numbers but they all stayed ephemeral. From a few days to a few months at max, all the numbers ended up dead but this number. Life shifted to a new place and I had to change my number or at least get a new number again for some days until the shadows behind it disappeared. But to get a new home, I wanted that to be at least as good as the previous one. I knew it would demand a little extraordinary effort again. But as technology has stepped up or I learnt a few new ways, this was not as wild and scattered. I finally got another number. I like it. I am using it more than the older one. The old number gives me a strange nostalgia and pleasure. The new number is more like a teenage soul breathed into a grownup man. From from time to time, I turn on an old disposable Nokia phone just to check which of my ex is having an insomnia.