Smartphone saves someonehardik patel
I was running as a part of my daily routine, on an empty street of New York one fine morning. A pleasant weather at 7 a.m. on Saturday forced me to run some more miles. Songs from my playlist kept on shuffling in my ears on which I wasn’t able to concentrate, as my mind kept on displaying the remedies to solve some of my major financial problems. Just then a luxurious black car passed ahead of me, slowing a bit and suddenly a strange thing popped out from the half opened window of the driver seat. I quickly ran and shouted to make the driver notice about his belongings but the car zoomed and vanished from my eyesight in no time. I dragged myself in the middle of the road to pick up that thing which happened to be a costly smartphone. Bit puzzled, my eyes scanned around but it found nothing significant to handle this situation. Questions began to hover in my mind. Whose phone it was? Did the driver dropped it intentionally or by mistake? What to do now? Should I report it to nearby police station or to wait for a call from its owner? After a while the phone made a mesmerizing tune in my hand. I noticed that it was a reminder displaying ‘GO HOME.’ Well I don’t had a home here, I stayed in a company provided hotel. I turned the reminder off and was shocked to notice that there was no security kept to unlock the phone. I unlocked the phone and in no time I found out that the phone belonged to a billionaire. The same car in front of a lavish mansion and a couple posing for a photo, kept as a wallpaper made my quest easier. Another reminder flashed when I was searching for the profile and phone number of the owner, this time displaying ‘IT’S URGENT.’ Was it for me? Why should I follow the reminders? But I followed and that day became the turning point of my life…
I kept the smartphone in the left pocket of my sweatpants and made a U turn to my hotel. Another reminder ‘GET READY.’ My mind replied to the smartphone: ready for what? Be patient dude, let me unlock my door first.
I sat on the burgundy colored sofa, panting heavily and my whole body sweating from everywhere including my brain. It kept on bombarding questions. I removed the headphones from my ears and kept my phone on the wooden tripod in front of my sofa and readied myself to reply to the bombardment.
You are moms’ boy, aren’t you?
Yes I am so what?
Why you picked up that phone which belonged to a stranger?
I will return it to its owner today itself.
You should have left it on the road only.
Any car could have crashed it. It’s better to return to the owner in good condition. What u say?
That’s good. But will you stop following the reminders?
Yeah sure. Please leave me alone now. I want to bathe and have breakfast. And I have many plans today. Stop following me. Bye..
I went to take bathe. Dressed myself, prepared some toast breads and had it with some juice. I again knocked the door of my brain, so that it can show me a way to return the smartphone to its owner.
Hi. How can I help you?
Don’t be so formal. You already know what I want from you now.
The same mesmerizing tune interrupted. Now displaying ‘OPEN MY NOTES APP AND READ NOTE 1.’ I followed. It read:
‘Good morning my friend. I am Mr. Wilson. If you are reading this note, then I want your help. It’s a very serious matter. My lovely wife has been kidnapped on this Wednesday. I know the kidnapper, he is my business rival. He will kill my wife if his demand not followed. Well I can effortlessly complete his demand of a huge amount of money, but I am planning to teach him a lesson so that he never repeats the same with me or with others. If you accept to help me rescue my wife and be a part of my plan, I will give you 1 million dollar in cash. I once again beg you to help me. If you are in, then follow the reminders one by one or else throw this phone into dustbin. And don’t panic, even I am in my cool and so as my plan. Thank you..’
No, no, no, you can’t fall in this trap. Throw this phone now. Let him took help from police department.
Let me decide. Thanks for your opinion.
It’s a trap. Fraud. If he is telling you the truth, then too it’s a serious matter. Don’t be a victim or a criminal.
May be you are right. But before deciding what I should do, let me create an algorithm. If I help, I will receive 1 million. That’s a huge amount. I can forget my financial worries, can buy a new car, owe a home and marry my girlfriend. Again I wanted to become an author of a bestselling novel, may this day help me to pen it down the superb story if it comes out to be. If not then as usual, same hard life, worries and all.
Don’t try to tempt me. I am warning you. Do not help.
Okay. I am done. A middle way to this situation. It exists every time. I will not throw this smartphone and will follow the reminders on certain conditions. Yeah, conditions apply. If his wife is really kidnapped, then I think I should help him. Anyone could have done so.
But you are new in the city. Just 5 months in New York. You should not trust anyone here. You don’t even know who that Mr. Wilson is? Don’t act foolish please.
Whatever. I have decided anyway.
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