I was in Perth when I lost my phone once. I heedlessly left it lying on a bench, at a park. Looking for it was no use, cursing myself made it worse.
That was it I thought. Gone.
But it wasn't. Before the night ended, I got my phone back. A man had found it, made a few calls and to cut the story short, found me. "I can imagine all the troubles you have to go through without it" he said.
I never had faith in strangers. But maybe I shouldn't have said Never.
Today a friend of mine left her phone by accident at a Celcom payment kiosk nearby her office. A man must have found it.
And took it home.