“Hey Andy, What does your wife think about your common sense?” a Calcutta cab driver asked another, smiling. “She thinks I’m stupid.” Andy seemed upset. “Take a peek at the street!” murmured Andy’s friend. Andy looked at the street.
A little boy was walking barefoot on the road, approaching different cab drivers and moving on. Curious, Andy approached the kid. “Where are you from, big boy?” he asked. The boy asked in return “Why shall I tell you?” Andy changed his question. “Where are you going?” “To my grandma’s house to find the keys to that room,” he answered. Seeing that the boy was wearing gold jewellery and might be in danger if left alone, Andy decided to help him. “Let’s go to your grandma’s,” he babbled. He took the boy along with him to the Esplanade Police Station.
The policemen drove around in nearby areas, trying to find the house the boy was referring to. Acting on a hunch, they finally found the house in Central Avenue. “It is locked, sir,” a constable informed, “the holder’s phone is not reachable.” The officer-in-charge of the operation arched his brows.
“In which school are you studying?” he queried. “Strand Road School,” the kid replied. Turning to the information the boy had given about his school, the police contacted the school officials to track down his parents.
The school officials detected everything the policemen wanted to know about the boy. The principal asked the police inspector ‘What’s the reason behind this, officer?” “It’s still not clear, but he is lucky to have been found by Andy,” answered the police officer. “Yeah, the cab driver has shown immense compassion and presence of mind,” the principal agreed.
Tears coursed down his cheeks when the lost boy was reunited with his parents.
(c) Dipayan Chakrabarti
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