Childhood and my parents saw me being lost [quite literally] twice.
Once during Diwali fair in Daltonganj Sabzi bazar when ,scared of a bullying cow, I ran berserk and an "aaloo wallah" brought me back on his shoulder. Mum was spellbound, she even forgot to cry...world seemed to spin 360 degrees around her. Only thing I could remember was my green frock, mum's lemon saree, Papa's scooter which he parked and told me to go to my mum who was standing on a raised platform of a general store. That area still haunts me,whenever I visit.
Yet I was found!
Second time I was lost in Jamshedpur Dushehra hullabaloo. Although for a very short time and along with two of my elder sisters.All I can remember is that traffic jam on the footbridge and a sort of stampede that followed.
Yet I was found.
I have very faint memory for all these.
Nowadays, I lose and find myself nearly everyday. Initially this lost and found business disturbed me. Gradually,it has become an enchanting habit. It revamps me.
Quite lucratively!
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