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A Good Deed (2/4)

A GOOD DEED

-Utkarsh Sharma

2. Mayanagri (2/4)

                             (image: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jogeshwari_railway_station)

I arrived at Jogeshwari station which was about 25 kilometres from the city of Mumbai. The place was ten times more crowded than the biggest cattle shed in my village. Uncle Ramjit had sent me a text message earlier containing the full address of the ‘chawl’ where I can reside for a few weeks. I kept my luggage down so that I could take a look at the address from my mobile phone.

‘Chawl no 23. Station road, jogeshwari east, jogeshwari, Mumbai’

I kept my mobile back in my pocket and bend to pick up my bags. A bolt out of the blue stuck me when I found one of my bags missing. I ran my eyes everywhere possible. The huge mass around me made it impossible to find an open space. My eyes ran, fastidiously, over every person to some distant. All in vain. Tensed, I asked some people whether they’ve seen a deep blue colour bag anywhere.
(image: www.hindustantimes.com)


‘You lost your bag?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, there’s no hope that you’ll be getting your bag back.’

My head dropped in disappointment and dismay.

‘Nevertheless, you should file a report at the nearby police station. It’s just down the aisle number 4.’

I went to the Jogeshwari Police Station. It was mildly crowded. I asked the first person I saw that where shall I file a theft report. He pointed towards a desk where a police official was dozing off.

‘Sahib.’, I tried to wake him up.

‘Sahib!’

‘What!’ he said in anguish. As if someone has disturbed him while he was doing something of immense importance.

‘I want to file a report of theft, Sahib. My bag was stolen from the railway station.’

He gave me an angry look as he adjusted himself to sit properly.

‘What happened’ he said while he was opening the FIR book.
‘Sahib, I am from Pargaon, Kolhapur. I came here to visit my uncle for a job. My train just arrived at the station. To see the address in my mobile, I kept my bags down for a few seconds and then…’

‘ Are re re!’ the Havaldaar interrupted. ‘So careless. You people from small towns are so careless. You should give more attention to your belongings.’

I stared him with confusion and disappointment.

‘Fill these details here and we shall contact you if we find your bag.’

I filled the details and my contact number in the FIR register. Filled with sadness and a diminishing hope of getting my bag back I left the police station.

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