This happened when I was 5 years old. We had gone to Mumbai for a family wedding. The wedding hall was on the second floor of a three-storeyed building.
When we entered the marriage hall, I went to play with some boys on the ground floor, while my mother went to wish the couple on the second floor. After playing for some time, the boys ran away, leaving me alone.
Searching for my mother, I went to the first floor where a movie was being screened. Since I knew ,my mother was fond of music, I entered the hall crying for my mother.
Noticing me, the movie operator stopped the movie and asked me something in Hindi, which I could not understand. He carried me and started anouncing on the mike about a missing child.
To my relief, my grandfather who was passing by that hall noticed me and took me. I thank my grandfather, who is in heaven now. If not for him, I don’t know what would have happened to me.