It all happened in a minute. I had just taken out a currency note from my purse, and given it to the fruit-seller, who was packing the oranges, in a paper-bag for me. I took the bag, and came home. I did not check my bag of books or pockets, on the way, as I did not need money to purchase the ticket in the bus. I had a monthly Bus-Pass as well as a season-ticket, for the Arabian local train, for full three months.
Reaching home, I was asked by my mother to get two bottles of fresh-milk from the store opposite my flat, as the morning milk had turned sour. I then remembered to look for my purse which I keep in my bag of books under double zip. The bag was no-where to be found. Then I recollected that the bag that day I had left in the library-shelf and I had kept my purse in my hand. But what happened to the purse, even with great effort I could not recollect.
When later in the right, I remembered the sequence of events, I faintly recollected a lad of fourteen just from behind me, asking for two orange offering a five-rupee note. He had taken two orange and the balance amount of change in the twinkle of an eye and vanished in the crowd. Perhaps it was the same boy, who had either lifted my purse from the pile of oranges, on the trolley of the fruit-seller or someone else who picked my purse. The purse contained my Identity Card, Fee-Receipt and about one hundred-fifty dollars only.
That is the lone incident in my whole student career, when I was cheated by someone whom I am not able to recollect even up to this day, after full fifteen months.
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