Lost in a Temple
Once when I was five years old, I went to visit the Jhandewalan temple situated in New Delhi along with my parents and relatives.
The temple was very crowded and I had to hold my mother’s hand in order to stay close to her. In the vicinity of the temple, there were many monkeys.
Attracted by their antics, I let go off my mother’s hand and started clapping. After some time when I turned around she was not there.
Even my father and other relatives were missing. I searched for them but could not find them. Convinced that I was lost, I sat down and began to cry.
After some time I went back to the place where I had got lost and luckily my parents who were searching for me came there.