When I was First Picked Pocket

  It was 6 pm wed day 6^th October 2010, at the time of first entering in the Dhaka city I felt totally uneasy and hesitation. The place was quietly new for me because before the day I never observe the scenery of Dhaka city from my own view. So, I started looking to the high buildings, buses, crowed etc. before the day I always heard about traffic jam but I never observed it. So I started enjoying the jam after getting dawn from bus. Then I started walking through the footpath at Saidabad.

I was walking slowly and looking all the newly faces and places in Dhaka city.  Suddenly, a middle aged man pushed me from my back side and kept his hand inside my pocket, then stole my money bag from my pocket but I did not get any reaction. However, after sometime when I realized that probably my pocket was slim and I might lose something, at that time I kept my hand inside my pocket to take my money bag but alas! there was no money bag in my pocket. Surely, it was too late when I looked around me I saw the man who was running. With great frustration I also started running behind him and shouting thief! Thief!! Thief!!! I lost my money bag but he was very far. In the moment he was vanished in the crowd. When I failed to get back my moneybag I was upset and started crying because I lost my money, 3 piece photos of my lover, a short note book and other necessary papers. Then I was in great puzzle to come in my cousin’s residence. Happily, I was lucky because the thief did not take my mobile. Finally, I phoned my uncle and according to his address I reached in his residence. Above all, it was a horrible and recallable day in my life. However, when I remember the moment I think and realize how foolish I was at that time.