I have been proud of the fact that unlike many of my friends, I had never lost my cell phone until I got a call one evening.
I had gone to meet my client 15km from my town. On my way back, I got a call from a my vender asking me whether I had lost my mobile. I checked my handbag frantically, yes it was missing, that too my business cell.(usually I carry 2 cells )
I used my another personal cell to dial my own number, and a boy who answered said I found your phone he said excitedly. He spoke with a strange accent - I have been trying to find you here, it was getting late so I decided to go home he gave me the address of a coffee shop.
Next day I went to meet him I didn’t dare go alone so took my husband luckily he was in town at that time. I needn’t have bothered much ,after driving 15km we got a petty coffee shop where we met a laborer called Shiva and his friends, migrate labors would hang out after work. Shiva did not own a cell phone himself, so i had to call my own number to locate him.
My fears were unfolded, Shiva was just a young boy who addressed me as “akka” respectfully .How did you inform my vender I asked Shiva he explained that when he found my mobile on the road side where I have got down from my car I went to see outdoor location with one of my client)And he had called me in my personal number to inform me.
I was totally delighted to get my phone back with all contacts messages and pictures of my stage decorations and my bridals snaps, I could have lost it forever .I am so happy to get back my cell, which had a very sentimental value too it was a gift from my daughter:))