Pages from My Diary

My phone was stolen yesterday! :( You must be thinking, "What's so earth-shattering about this incident? It keeps happening to many people everyday!" But think again. If this incident has not happened to you ever, you do not know how helpless we feel when we turn the back-pocket of our handbags to find the zip opened and the content vanished! It was another busy day and I was waiting for a bus at Malibag. The bus came, and I rushed with mom and other people to catch it (a very common sight in our country. Forming a queue is kind of a crime here!). There was a huge crowd gathered in front of the bus and we tried our way in. Behind my mom was a woman, the type that lives in slums-with dirty and tattered sari wrapped up around her body and a child held on her hip. She had another small kid of around seven to nine years old, not a day more than that! She was asking mom to let her through, and the nine-year-old was right behind me! Who would suspect an innocent child for