Forget, forgot, forgotten
Ahh!! It happens with me all the time. I keep something at a safe place and then forget where that 'safe' place is. All the tiny instruments that control my life have gone through this diaspora. Just to mention a few are car keys, laptop charger, phone charger, nail cutter, small scissors, coins, house keys etc. Sometimes I think that these things acquire microscopic shapes and go into hiding whenever I am out there looking for them.
Likewise many useful- useless items rest in peace in the lost world of Atlantis in my cupboards only to come out when I am on cleaning spree.
But the last weekend I did something exceptional. The weekend was going perfect, lovely lunch followed by icy mocha in afternoon sun, then shopping at the mall and local organic store. On our way back home Mr. Husband enquired about my phone. And alas!! The damage was done. I didn't have my phone with me. Neither could I remember the last time when I used it or saw it. And then began the ferry back to all the places where we had been during that 3 hrs. I spent the next one hour in anticipation on how to get the phone back. I worried on whether my phone has landed in the wrong hands. Cursed myself for not setting opening password for the phone, for not transferring the pictures stored in the phone and wearing high heels on the day when I had to run up and down in the world's largest mall (Dubai mall).
Finally Mr. husband suggested that better we go back home and then decide on which new phone to buy to replace my 'old' phone (in these technology freak days one and half year old gadget is categorized as old). And guess what .... I opened my apartment door only to hear my phone ringing...I had in first place not picked the phone before leaving and it was resting in my gym bag (I wouldn't say resting peacefully because I had made 80 calls to my cell phone in the meantime).
Hope I keep finding all my lost things ringing.... Like my cell phone.....