Kyra was about to enter the temple’s langar hall(community kitchen) ,so she took off her slippers. As she kept them near the wall,she remembered the footwear theft incidents going on those days and her uncle who had already been the victim of this notorious gang. Nonetheless, she brushed off her sixth sense’s warning ,kept her slippers there and went inside. Boy! She was very hungry.
Later when she came out, her slippers were not at their place.
‘Oh gosh..where are they?’ she panicked and started looking all around the entrance gate of the hall but they were nowhere to be seen. She felt angry and guilty at the same time. Only if she had heard her sixth sense’s calling. On much investigation, it came out that it was only her pair of slippers that were stolen. This saddened her even more.
Her mother tried console her. “Ok now, don’t be upset.Maybe someone wore them mistakenly, I’m sure that person would keep them back. Come on, let’s go to our room for the while, you can come back and check later.”
Our 13-year-old Kyra’s family along with a hundreds of other devotees on the religious visit, had been allotted guest rooms and tents in the temple’s premises for their stay.But Kyra was not in mood to go back to the room. She wanted her slippers back right then. How dare somebody take them without her permission?!
She ran off to find them herself. Her plan was simple and clear. Every lady with two feet inside the temple’s premises was under scrutiny. She started off from langar hall itself, checking everyone’s feet. She was amazed at the diversity-small feet, XL feet, dark feet, hairy feet,white feet ,bride’s feet,..but no feet with her pink slippers. She passed the temple compound and reached the tents. Yes, the thief could have hidden them there ,so she carefully peaked inside the first one. An old woman from inside shouted,
“hey! What are you up to brat?” But before running she made sure to scrutinize everyone’s feet. Then, she hurried to the next tent. Yes! This was empty. She checked every nook and corner but slippers were nowhere to be seen. She searched one tent after another. One room after the other. But in vain. Now,her only hope was if this ‘someone’ would have actually kept them back outside the hall. She ran back to check. As luck would have it, She faced dejection yet again!
Fuming she went back to her room.
“Did you find them?” Her mother asked.
Seeing her face,she tried comforting her, “Forget about it dear! We’ll buy you another pink pair, leave it now.”
Kyra sat down for a while, but she still wanted her slippers back. She couldn’t give up! So she got up and decided to continue her search. Again ,she went over the premises, under the setting sun, inside the tents, In front of the hall, behind the trees, in a hope maybe she missed something. It was getting dark, she was tired and her feet pained. She hadn’t lost hope but for time being she decided to halt her search. All of a sudden, she remembered the washroom on the far side which she hadn’t checked. With this new ray of hope, she ran towards it. It was nearly empty with just a lady standing there .
Lo and behold! SHE WAS WEARING KYRA’S SLIPPERS!!
‘O thank you god! Finally mission successful!’ Kyra rejoiced.
She wasted no time to point out, “Excuse me, but those are MY slippers.”
The lady looked shocked with a ‘OH SHIT!I-got-caught expression’ and blushed. Then as she started taking them off, she turned up her nose and remarked,
“They were very hard and uncomfortable anyway.”
“It’s easy to despise what you cannot get!”. Kyra replied as she dashed off happily with her slippers.