When my building cleaner entered my room, he was a visibly downcast.
“What happened?” I asked with genuine concern.
“You will not believe what I say. From early morning I am disturbed,” he said.
“What happened?” I repeated.
“Some rascal has robbed the garbage bin from the footpath,” he replied.
“What?” I shouted in surprise.
There are people who are so desperate that they can even steal a public utility drum.
Similar such freaky thefts flashed in my mind.
Once, the owner of a building in Mumbai surreptitiously carted away the wooden footsteps in his building. He wanted to teach a lesson to his tenants who refused to vacate and in the process literally left them hanging in the air.
Last week, my friend’s office toilet cleaner complained to him that someone had robbed the door knob and cleaning tools from the rest room.
When I met a labourer-friend and admired his bicycle, he replied: “This is the fourth one. Three have been stolen.”
Have I ever lost any possession?
Once I attended a marriage in Chennai. When I returned, my shoes had vanished. I have been hunting for the thief ever since– to thank him.