My wallet got picked in a rally last week, thronged by hundreds of people. I got worried, as usually, any person does in such a situation. Took some protectionary steps and was about to go to local police for filing a complaint.
Even before i could have done that, i got a call from one journalist who was still at the venue. He said that a wallet has been deposited with some representative of the organisers. Finally, the wallet was sent to me at my office. It was possible to identify it, as it had among other things one of my photo i-cards.
Finally it came to me. Happy and unhappy! The joy of recovering something lost. But when i searched it.....it had everything neatly put in, except for money that it contained.
The person who got my wallet initially, had been honest to take away only what he needed. Unfortunately, he forgot to take away one Re 1 coin. But again this was not sufficient to travel back home.
Life's losing and recovering. What remains are memoirs that haunt or make your moments better.
Even before i could have done that, i got a call from one journalist who was still at the venue. He said that a wallet has been deposited with some representative of the organisers. Finally, the wallet was sent to me at my office. It was possible to identify it, as it had among other things one of my photo i-cards.
Finally it came to me. Happy and unhappy! The joy of recovering something lost. But when i searched it.....it had everything neatly put in, except for money that it contained.
The person who got my wallet initially, had been honest to take away only what he needed. Unfortunately, he forgot to take away one Re 1 coin. But again this was not sufficient to travel back home.
Life's losing and recovering. What remains are memoirs that haunt or make your moments better.
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