Flying book

Back from vacation, I was busy setting up things at the new third floor apartment taken on rent in Sharjah, when I received a call from a close friend.
“I can see your building but not your room. Can you wave your hand from the window?” he suggested.
I merrily opened the pane little realising that I had kept a heavy book to support the window screen. The apartment faces a busy road and off went the book plunging into the street.
For a moment I did not know what to do. The negative mind insisted that someone must have gotten hurt right on their head. To see or not to see was the immediate dilemma. But my good sense suggested I should face the consequences, whatever it may be.
I did so and heaved a sigh of relief. The book was lying on the road tattered like a crushed tomato.
But when I rushed down to pick it up, there was no sign of the book.
A worker was busy cleaning a car at the sport and the place looked full of activity. I returned quietly to my apartment scared to enquire from anyone about the book.
Thank God, just a few minutes ago there was no one there. And what if I had kept a heavy object near the window.
Lesson learnt.