Pick Pocket

I recall an incident during my early college days when I was given Rs.500/- to buy some books. My pass had just expired, so I had to buy ticket at the counter for going to Thane as the books were not available in Dombivli. I was not given any pocket money as such, and it was a practice to take money from my mother whenever needed. Apart from Rs.500/- I had Rs.10/- for buying railway return ticket. Inadvertently, I slipped in Rs.500/- into the counter and returned with the ticket. The clerk at the counter too did not bother to call me back. I knew of all this, only when I reached the book store as I digged into my pocket to find Rs.10/- but Rs.500/- missing. I soon realized my fatal mistake and had my face covered with both the hands as I was unable to grasp the gravity of the situation.


I was scared of the backlash that I will get back home if parents get to know of my carelessness. As it is, I was always rebuked for not studying well as compared to the neighborhood boys. I returned quietly back to home and said nothing for a while. I gathered myself and uttered guiltily that someone picked my pocket in the crowded train and I just lost Rs.500/- due to that. My mother listened to me sympathetically and I managed to get Rs.500/- again for buying books but not without doses of advice from mother, father and elder brother. I was repeatedly advised how to keep my purse carefully. This became quite a routine for me, whenever I stepped out of house. I was often recalled of that incident which never happened and advised to be safe. I never gathered courage to reveal the real sequence of events. Till date, my pocket has never been picked and my mother, even now at 61 never fails to warn me and recalls that incident.

 

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suresh

 

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suresh

 

it is not that I am scared.

but so many years went by
so i let it be

cheers
suresh

 

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thanks for your comments

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suresh