Mobile and ME 👏
I have this penchant for losing my mobile. The skies have opened and raining cats and dogs, not letting up. Rains and my mobiles just love each other. Or rains and my losing mobiles have an effinity. Last year, just the day prior to my departure, I lost my mobile. It slipped out from the pocket of my windcheater. And, as I almost immediately realized this, turned back to find an absolutely road empty. No humans. No animals. No objects! I requested a person known to me to call my number and of course, as expected, it was switched off. I panicked. My visa, passport, tickets, everything was in that phone! For a while I was absolutely incapable of thinking. I called my younger cousin and he said make a police complaint. Where was the time for all that! It’s six o’clock in the evening. My flight is at 10.30 a.m. next morning and I still had to pack. The alternative – a new mobile; new sims in lieu of the earlier ones, same numbers of course. Back hom...