Lost & Found
So it was your usual friends' day out, 12 hours spent in the humid Delhi weather in September. We were a group of 3 girls & a guy, who'd decided to spend a Sunday exploring the delights that Delhi had to offer-namely the National Science Centre -wherein much to the chargin of my guy friend, the 'Taramandal' show was restricted to kids only, Connaught Place -where we utilized our smartphones to the maximum trying to locate a decent place to eat & where we all re-established the fact that men can never ask for directions & Hauz Khas village-where my guy friend took it upon himself to peep into every little nook & corner and shriek in delight like a child who's chanced upon a hidden toffee, whenever he discovered a couple nestled in there.
We decided to wrap up the day at the park in the Hauz Khas village. We spent a good 15 min walking around only to spot stray dogs & no sign of any deer or rabbit or whatsoever exotic creatures. I earned the label of a 'ghodi' (female horse) for trotting ahead of others while they dragged their feet around like 80-yr olds. By 6:30 we had given up hope of ever finding anything worth seeing & decided to head to the metro. One of the girls took a bus to her place & the 3 of us entered the Hauz Khas metro station.
When we got in, I saw the Huda City Centre train had just left the station, which meant the next one would be headed to Qutub Minar. So we sat down & continued having our ice-cream. But the next train that arrived, happened to be headed to Huda City Centre. And so we ran like the wind ( people boarding Delhi metros would understand) & got in. Around 10 stations later, I decided to check how much cash I was left with (I'm forever broke). And that's when panic hit, no wallet! I asked my friends, hoping that I'd maybe handed it to them at sometime. I distinctly remembered using it while entering the metro checkpoint. And then another image flashed before my eyes-that of the wallet snuggled close to my bag-outside it, where we'd been sitting while waiting for the metro.
So we all got off at the next station & headed to the control room. The guy there called up Hauz Khas station but no one had reported anything. Frankly I didn't have any hope, I was already enquiring if I needed an FIR to get a duplicate copy of my PAN card. I was at the receiving end of Mom's lecture on being irresponsible when an SMS beeped in- my debit card had been blocked by the bank based on a phone request!
Okay..no thief would do that?!
We headed back to Hauz Khas station hoping to find the person who got it. It was 9 already, we were tired from all the walking & the staff there kept sending us in opposite directions when asked about the control/security room. Dejected & flustered, after paying a penalty of a hundred bucks at M.G road station we got back home.
I logged into FB & as is always the case, put up a status update about the sad ending to an awesome day. I checked my messages & in the 'others' section someone had dropped in a message-they'd found my wallet & wanted my number to contact me!
A few frantic calls, lots of thank-you's & 2 days later I'd my wallet with me!
I was lucky that the people who found it were so genuine & helpful. Also lucky to have great friends who stuck around ,travelled to & fro even after the hectic day we had & even lent me cash for those 2 days, thanks guys!
(Now, please stop asking for a treat)
And thanks to Blog Adda's WOW prompt 'Unexpected Celebration' I got a chance to share this & express my gratitude :)
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.