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How absent minded can one be? So much so that one forgets her kid in an auto-rikshaw? The video that is circulating in whatsapp shows a lady walking away talking on the mobile and the driver running behind with the kid. Am not that convinced though. It could be fake too.
But yes, absent-minded we all could be. I often leave my mobile in the textile shop or grocery and go back searching for it. My father-in-law once forgot to pick up my mom-in-law from the fish vendor's place assuming she is behind his bike. And every day, we spend at least 20 minutes searching for my husband's wallet which he keeps somewhere at night and forgets in the morning. Once it was inside the mail box of our gate.
But it is my naughty ten -year old who is a top contender in the race for being the most absent-minded. Two months back, he was getting ready for his abacus class and asked me, ``Amma, can I go in my bicycle?'' I said, ``No. It could rain. Your father will drop you.'' The abacus class is just round the corner. Sometimes, he takes his bicycle, but his father anyway accompanies the boy in his bike to ensure he reached safely.
Seeing his long drawn face, I changed my mind. And my son excitedly went to take out his bicycle. But it was not there. We searched the whole house, inside out. No trace of the bicycle, that cost us a big sum and bought on his last birthday.
A serious discussion ensued. Who could have broken in? Is it that scrap-buyer who drops in now and then? So, somebody is keenly watching the house. Scary thought indeed. For a week, we kept the gates closed. Usually, in the neighbourhood, ours is the only place that is always open . We don't lock the gates nor do we keep the doors closed. Except at night.
We kept taking a dig at him for many days for not keeping his bicycle safe, somewhere out of the direct sight of strangers. Then, one day, my son had a doubt. When his father went to pick him from abacus class, he said, ``Acha, just come in and take a look at this. Is it my bicycle?'' And there it was, tucked behind the stairs, his green bicycle, looking very jilted and forgotten.
His teacher, who came out then, told me ``It was left here. Somebody put it inside the big tank. Yesterday, I took it out and kept here so that it doesn't get rusted in the tank,'' she said stealing glances at my child quite amused. ``How could you forget that you came in bicycle that day?'' she asked my son. He was bemused too and smiling from one end to the other.
On reaching home, we all broke out into a laughter. We apologized silently to the imaginary burglar and to the poor scrap buyer. Our son had gone to class in the cycle. left it there and had come home with his grand father . And nobody else in the family thought about it too until we missed the bicycle that day.
The gates are now left open again. And yesterday, we left the keys to the gate in the lock itself. The race is always on in our family. But still, I think the video was fake. How absent-minded can one be after all?
But yes, absent-minded we all could be. I often leave my mobile in the textile shop or grocery and go back searching for it. My father-in-law once forgot to pick up my mom-in-law from the fish vendor's place assuming she is behind his bike. And every day, we spend at least 20 minutes searching for my husband's wallet which he keeps somewhere at night and forgets in the morning. Once it was inside the mail box of our gate.
But it is my naughty ten -year old who is a top contender in the race for being the most absent-minded. Two months back, he was getting ready for his abacus class and asked me, ``Amma, can I go in my bicycle?'' I said, ``No. It could rain. Your father will drop you.'' The abacus class is just round the corner. Sometimes, he takes his bicycle, but his father anyway accompanies the boy in his bike to ensure he reached safely.
Seeing his long drawn face, I changed my mind. And my son excitedly went to take out his bicycle. But it was not there. We searched the whole house, inside out. No trace of the bicycle, that cost us a big sum and bought on his last birthday.
A serious discussion ensued. Who could have broken in? Is it that scrap-buyer who drops in now and then? So, somebody is keenly watching the house. Scary thought indeed. For a week, we kept the gates closed. Usually, in the neighbourhood, ours is the only place that is always open . We don't lock the gates nor do we keep the doors closed. Except at night.
We kept taking a dig at him for many days for not keeping his bicycle safe, somewhere out of the direct sight of strangers. Then, one day, my son had a doubt. When his father went to pick him from abacus class, he said, ``Acha, just come in and take a look at this. Is it my bicycle?'' And there it was, tucked behind the stairs, his green bicycle, looking very jilted and forgotten.
His teacher, who came out then, told me ``It was left here. Somebody put it inside the big tank. Yesterday, I took it out and kept here so that it doesn't get rusted in the tank,'' she said stealing glances at my child quite amused. ``How could you forget that you came in bicycle that day?'' she asked my son. He was bemused too and smiling from one end to the other.
On reaching home, we all broke out into a laughter. We apologized silently to the imaginary burglar and to the poor scrap buyer. Our son had gone to class in the cycle. left it there and had come home with his grand father . And nobody else in the family thought about it too until we missed the bicycle that day.
The gates are now left open again. And yesterday, we left the keys to the gate in the lock itself. The race is always on in our family. But still, I think the video was fake. How absent-minded can one be after all?
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