One small Incident

I was very fond of English movies in my school days. I used to go to see movies without telling anybody at home because my parents were very strict and did not approve of my going to movies with friends. We were only allowed to see children's film. I used to save some money from the daily pocket expenses I used to get from my parents. Those days, ticket for Balcony used to cost only Rs 1 and 4 annas and for stall, it used to cost 12 annas . My daily food allowance was barely 1 anna which was not good enough for me to be able to save anything for extra curricular activities. I used to skip day meals in school at times to be able to save some money for going to movie. On an average, I could manage to see one movie in a month with my savings. I always used to go to see movie along with school friends and never alone. I was scared of going alone as I was not very much familiar with bus routes. I used to go to movie on the pretext of going to meet some friend. I always used to go to matinee show for which the timings used to be 2.30pm to 5pm. Considering the travelling time which used to be 1 Hr, I could manage to come home by 6.pm before dark and so my parents never doubted my intentions. One day, while I was returning from movie, I got in a bus which I thought will reach my destination. In a hurry, I did not check the bus number. The route of this bus was the usual one that I was familiar with. So I never doubted that I was in the wrong bus. After travelling some distance, the bus changed the route. After going through some distance, I sensed the trouble. I was very scared. I stopped the bus and immediately got down from it. I did not know what to do. I had no money to catch another bus. Tears were glistening in my eyes. I started running without knowing whether I am going in the right direction. It was getting dark and I was worried about the fact that my parents will come to know where I went. I was running and praying " Please, God, help me reach home". After running few yards, I realised that I had not gone too far from my usual route. I reached home 1 hour late that day. My parents were anxiously waiting for me at home. I narrated the whole incidence to them.I could not give them any excuse for late coming as I was traumatised for what happened to me. My parents were sympathetic and told me to inform them wherever I go.