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A Laptop of My Own

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Neha Baruah
Neha Baruah
The self-proclaimed queen of words at "Ki Hikila." When she's not busy rearranging the alphabet to create "masterpieces," she's probably on her 17th cup of coffee, pretending that writer's block is a myth. Neha's been telling stories since she could talk (and hasn’t stopped since), and she’s convinced that her wit is sharper than her editing skills. If you're looking for tales sprinkled with sarcasm and a dash of "I could have written that better," Neha's your go-to author.
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Working from home day after day and night after night on a borrowed laptop is no fun. Especially when it is borrowed back off you. So, for that reason, I feel the time has come for a laptop of my own. Or do I want a desktop? A PC or Apple Mac? Or maybe one of those little palm-held jobs would look the part; after all, it would fit neatly in my handbag.

After much consideration and deliberation, I go full circle and end up back at the laptop. But where do I start? What are my requirements? Well, my business is a small one, so I don’t really require anything top of the range. Yet! I’ll use it mainly for article writing and up-dating my website. Oh! And maybe a spot of shopping! And I will be the only one using it. Probably!

So I have a look on the internet to find out what other people are buying. And what manufacturers are selling. Suddenly the English language becomes muffled jargon. Do I really know what I want?

What memory is required? My husband, a programmer, insists 2GB is what is called for. Added to that is the essential 2.0TB of storage! Whatever all that means! I’m not so sure! I fear he may have his own reasons for these specifications…

Dell is mentioned; so I go online for a browse. Having found one within budget that appeals and appears to tick all the boxes, I am suddenly confronted with an array of extras – all of which serve to push up the price.

So I pull the reigns in. Perhaps I don’t really need a laptop of my own. Maybe my husband’s will suffice after all.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be – well so much for Shakespeare – it seems to work for us…

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