Saturday, November 12, 2016

Theft and the Chocolates

Who doesn’t love chocolates? As a kid, I was so fond of chocolates that I would go to any extend to get a bite.  I probably was 6 years old, when I stole my cousin’s pocket money, ventured out of my house to a shop a mile away - in the dark, to buy my favorite chocolate bar.
Growing in a joint family has its own merits. I was lucky to have more than a dozen cousins of all ages around me; who would pamper me and play with me. We had a huge ground in front of our house, where all of us would play in the evenings. One day, while playing, I noticed something shiny on the ground. I picked it up - it was a wallet. I checked inside and found some money in it. I thought of going to ‘Noora’s’ grocery store, which was a mile away, to buy my favorite chocolate bar. I knew the way to his store, as my mom used to buy groceries from his shop. I started walking towards his store, while it was starting to get dark.
When I reached his shop, I handed over the money to him and asked for my favorite chocolate bar. He was shocked to see me alone, and asked if I was accompanied by anyone. I said, no. He was horrified that a 6 year old boy had just walked down a mile, alone to his store, to buy chocolates. He took the money and handed over the chocolates. Then he asked his wife to look after the shop, while he drops me to my place. It was completely dark now.
We had walked half a mile when I saw my aunty and my cousin ‘Neelu’, whose money I had stolen. My aunty was relieved to find me. But, my cousin was mad at me, as I had stolen her money.  My aunty told me that the whole house had been looking around for me. When I reached home, my grandfather ‘Bobji’ was waiting for me in his room, looking furious. He scolded me, but I couldn’t understand much of what he spoke.  Though I don’t remember my father scolding me, but I guess he wouldn’t have spared me either.
As kids, we do many such crazy and stupid things, and this was just one of the crazy things I did. If you have a crazy incident from your childhood, to share, do post it in the comments below.

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