Wrong Thief

During the Navratri festival, my father had allowed me, for the first time, to take part in the Garba dance provided I came home by 12 o’clock.

Feeling very excited I agreed, but while leaving I forgot to tell my father that I was taking the house key with me. When I got back from the Garba, it was about two o’clock, realizing that I was late; I decided to use my key to enter the house.

When my father saw the door opening from outside, he thought it was a thief who had broken the lock. He immediately cornered me, covered me with a blanket and started shouting, “Thief, Thief!”

Before long the entire neighborhood was awake and present. When they removed the blanket and discovered me there was a great deal of amusement.