Inanimate

The other day I was discussing attachment with her. Next morning on my way to school, nonchalantly my eyes fell on the miles my bike had travelled. 22k and some more it read. I never felt the 3 year companionship until that moment, never realized that it is and had been the most important cog in the machinery of my daily life. One day I will bid adieu to it and would replace it by something similar while telling it that it had performed its duties in the most objective way. It was there when I wanted it. It was just there always, required or not. Isn’t this love devoid of attachment, though inanimate?