Yesterday was the last day of my holiday. I came a day early from all the fun and craziness to sort my house out. Before that I had to go to my bank. So I went out. It was a beautiful day. I felt like walking. I started waking. I live on top of a hill. The steep slope was easy. I put some music on my phone. I saw boys coming from the opposite side. They were laughing and talking about something seeing this I felt like calling my buddy Bibin in India. I called him up and we started talking about everything that came to our mind. When I reached the bank I told him that I would call him after 15 min. I went inside the bank and started filling some forms and took out a check that needs to go in there. There were only 2 people in front of me. So everything was over in 10 mins. I came out of the bank and went inside my favourite bookshop. I was in my own world now. I can't go to sleep without a good book. After about half an hour, I came out of the bookshop & went into Starbucks for a coffee. Like always it was full of people. I waited at least 15 mins just to get in front of the line and it took another 15 mins to get my skinny latte. I came out of the mayhem to enjoy my coffee. I felt like I was forgetting something. Then I remember that I have to call Bibin back. I put hands in my jacket pocket for my phone. I couldn't find it. I searched in my jeans and my bags. I couldn't find it anywhere. I went back in the Starbucks. I looked everywhere. No, it not in there. I went back to bookshop. Searched every bookshelf I could see. Seeing me looking for something the girl who runs the shop came to me asked what’s wrong. I told her that I lost my phone. She became upset hearing this and she too began to look for it. We tried calling it & it went strait to voicemail. After taking down the whole shop we couldn't find the phone. I said to her that I might have lost it somewhere outside. I left the bookshop and went back to the bank. I entered the bank with my eyes fixed on the floor. I searched every bit of that small room. Still no sign of it. At last I gave up. I had insurance on that phone and all the no numbers in it has been written down. So I wasn't that sad or anything. Then someone touched my shoulder. It was a small girl. May be 12 or 13 years old. She asked me whether I am looking for that. I looked at the place she was pointing. And there it was, on the counter. I pressed the home button on the phone and a picture of a handsome guy appeared. Yes that’s mine....!!!! I thanked her and took the phone and came out of the bank. During my hike back to my house the only thing in my mind was whether I would have got the phone back if I were back in India.