I guess all of us get lost many a time in our lives(if not physically at least metaphorically). Well I think I was three years old when this happened. And it was recounted at many a juncture of my life by those around. So it all started with a visit to a temple. Am all excited, temples always interest me, no not religious minded. My dad does what he does at every outing 
gives me his usual instructions," Mol, no adventures. The code is mother blue, Dad white and if lost Baby stays where Dad parks his vehicle. No talking to strangers" He puts an id copy card inside my mickey mouse dress pocket.
I nod but then too familiar boring instructions... Yawn, Yawn... "Me will never be lost" I lisp with my half broken English.
We are a beautiful family I feel Dad is sweet in a white shirt, mom in a blue sari, brother in spider man shoes and me in my mickey mouse dress. The temple is swarming with pilgrims, and am busy counting if every family there has four members. I am busy adding whiskers to people around me, smiling at strangers till I feel my brother nudge my arm,"Don't smile so at that boy". I ignore that warning, am busy, it is an outing and temples are interesting places to watch.
And then I can only feel the movement through a narrow long passage, I am suddenly between knees and I suddenly realize the blue sari before me is no longer blue.
gives me his usual instructions," Mol, no adventures. The code is mother blue, Dad white and if lost Baby stays where Dad parks his vehicle. No talking to strangers" He puts an id copy card inside my mickey mouse dress pocket.We are a beautiful family I feel Dad is sweet in a white shirt, mom in a blue sari, brother in spider man shoes and me in my mickey mouse dress. The temple is swarming with pilgrims, and am busy counting if every family there has four members. I am busy adding whiskers to people around me, smiling at strangers till I feel my brother nudge my arm,"Don't smile so at that boy". I ignore that warning, am busy, it is an outing and temples are interesting places to watch.
And then I can only feel the movement through a narrow long passage, I am suddenly between knees and I suddenly realize the blue sari before me is no longer blue.
I know it is not my dad's knees as I hold them and look up to see an unknown face smile down at me. Am still cool and walk aimlessly looking for dad white and mother blue. I see green, red, yellow mothers, brown, blue, black dads but not my dad white or my mother blue. The temple is full of multiple passageways and then for the first time I feel rather I experience for the first time of my life a lost, a really lost feeling. I choose one single passage which I believe is the one I had taken earlier and walk down. It leads me to new strange routes and then I see a fat, round priest watching me. I see him and he sees me and then he calls me to come to him. I hear dad's voice"No talking to strangers" and as I see the priest come towards me I begin to run for my life.
I run and run though no one is chasing me and finally by destiny's will find myself at one of the entrance doors of the temple, precisely the one where dad parked his vehicle. I hear dad's voice, "if lost baby stays where dad parks his vehicle" I waddle up the distance, lean against the machine to suffice the absence of the human shoulder. A beggar uncle smiles at me from a distance and just when I think I can trust him with what lies in my mickey mouse pocket, I see the distant figures of my dad and the rest. Dad holds me close, my mother is already in tears, my brother examines my feet(don't know what he wanted to see there) and then though dad then is silent just holding me close, I hear my dad's voice" Mol, no adventures"
I run and run though no one is chasing me and finally by destiny's will find myself at one of the entrance doors of the temple, precisely the one where dad parked his vehicle. I hear dad's voice, "if lost baby stays where dad parks his vehicle" I waddle up the distance, lean against the machine to suffice the absence of the human shoulder. A beggar uncle smiles at me from a distance and just when I think I can trust him with what lies in my mickey mouse pocket, I see the distant figures of my dad and the rest. Dad holds me close, my mother is already in tears, my brother examines my feet(don't know what he wanted to see there) and then though dad then is silent just holding me close, I hear my dad's voice" Mol, no adventures"