The last 24 hours have been anything less than boring. In the beginning, it was panic and then tension and then a whole deal of excitement. My bike was stolen infront of a supermarket approximately 3 minutes drive from my home. I went inside to pick up cereal and mango juice. In 15 minutes my bike went missing. I lodged a complaint in the area police station in about next ten minutes and by end of 30 mins, my vehicle number was flashed to every police jeep on patrol. It was weird though that there was one similar looking vehicle as mine standing next to where I had parked my bike. Actually when I first came out from supermarket, I had almost mistaken that vehicle as mine. My uncle came by at around 10 PM as asked me if I am in for a drive. We went to that supermarket again and stood there for about an hour. At 11 PM, every shop in that area were closed for the day and that bike was still standing. I told my uncle about my suspicion. He said, "Maybe, the guy mistook your bike for his. That may be the reason why this bike is left alone." A couple of officers came by and asked us what we were doing. We sincerely explained to him everything and he asked to try unlocking the bike. I tried and voila!! It worked. Next I opened the compartment to check if there are any items from which I can recoginze the owner. There were few recipts from a temple from a certain area. So, I drove that bike to police station and told him what I had found. He alerted that area police station to look out for my vehicle first thing in morning. We came back home with a small string of hope. I was hoping that it was all a big mistake. Well, this morning I came to know that it was a mistake.
I got a call this afternoon that my bike has been found and the person who has taken it was also there. I went there in a rush and was surprised to see my cousins husband (the guy from Valentine Encounter post). Actually it was his brother who had taken my vehicle by mistake last night. Both the vehicles were identical and the numbers were quite matching too. Everyone in police station were having a good laugh about this. I just breathed a sigh of relief.
Really, it has started to get annoying to tell people how I lost my bike. Now it will be more annoying to explain them how I got it back. Maybe I should make a pamphlet of this post. Saves my energy :-)