MOTO RAZR V3

I still remember the day the Motorola RAZR V3 crashed into my life like a shiny meteor.

- Words By: Shintu Dhang

It was around 2005, maybe early 2006, and I was in my early teens, hanging out at a cousin's place in the city. He had just gotten one, the silver one, of course, the classic that looked like it was carved from liquid metal. He flipped it open with that satisfying click, and I swear the room went quiet for a second. The keypad lit up like a spaceship dashboard, with a blue glow everywhere, and the external screen showed a tiny photo of his girlfriend. I had never seen anything so impossibly thin, so effortlessly cool.