In memory of my toothbrush, OB...

Dear OB,

I hope this letter finds you in the best of hygiene. I am doing fine but things aren't the same without you.

It came to me as a shock, when I was unable to find you in my brush-cup in the toilet that unfateful day. Your mysterious disappearance made me feel so sad that I still haven't been able to go for a replacement. Tears fill my eyes, and I cannot resist the pain whenever one of my finger touches the aching tooth during early morning finger-pasting of my teeth.

Although the toothache is to be blamed for the suffering, however, your absence surely is a substantial enhancer.

Immediately after the discovery of your disappearance, I had informed the concerned authorities. Investigations are going on with all those who use or even have entered my bathroom mistakenly.

I still remember the day I nick-named you my dear OB. Oh, and the way you always showed your likeness for the nick by giving me a sparkle on your Oral-B logo, using the bulb-light, has made me cry a many times.

O! OB, your services to the hygiene of my teeth have been immense and they, surely, cannot be forgotten by me so easily.

I know, what you are trying to say; that the life must go on. And it should better be, but let me tell you one thing, that no other toothbrush can take your place as my dear OB. I'm always going to miss you just like my very first teeth that I lost to the Tooth fairy in my childhood.

May God keep you shinning and transparent as ever.

Yours,

Hasan; Sparkle too Good