Lucky day

It was a lucky day. 
I took an Ethiopian Airlines flight from Mumbai on Sunday to come back to Kampala. I had to change planes at Addis Ababa. When the flight took off from Mumbai, I started reading a novel. After reading it for about two hours, I closed the book, put it in the seat-pouch in front of me and slept. 
In Addis Ababa, I changed my flight and sat on my window seat of the flight that was to bring me to Kampala. After sometime, through the window, I saw a book in the hands of the luggage assistant who was working on the ground. I realized I had left my novel in the previous flight. I resigned to the fate and considered the novel gone. Loss of a book means a lot to me and I had only read a few chapters of it. I was desolate.
I looked at the luggage assistant. He was turning the book in his hand. I realized the book had a strong resemblance to my novel. After a hard look of a couple of minutes I could say with a high degree of certainty that it was the same novel even if it was not mine.
I called the stewardess and asked if she could check out with the assistant? I gave her my previous seat number, the name of the novel, the writer and how I had left the book. She assured me that she would check.
They were a few anxious minutes. I saw the stewardess coming. I came to the aisle seat in anticipation. She came to me with the book in hand and asked me if it's the same book. There it was, with the spot at the back where I had ripped the sticker off from.
I couldn't thank the staff enough.

The novel: The Scarletti Inheritance
The writer: Robert Ludlum smile emoticon
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