It was the 3rd of January and I was doubly
excited. I was enjoying my winter vacation and
was going with family for a picnic
to the Botanical Gardens. Everyone
including myself seemed to be in a hurry! My
mother was busy packing the hamper; my father
was making all arrangements so that we reach the
picnic spot in the most comfortable manner;
while I was packing all the games that I could
think of to play once we reached the place.
We started our journey early to reach the
Gardens as soon as possible. I was feeling great
and on the way my mother fed us some real good
snacks. We reached the Botanical Gardens within
an hour and a half. The scenic beauty was
magnificent and everything seemed picture
perfect. Soon we found a nice comfortable spot
near the age old historical Banyan Tree
and settled down. It was a bright sunny day with
the chill of winter - a perfect day for a
picnic.
I started to play football with my father.
Suddenly he kicked the ball quite hard and I had
to run and get it from a distance. It landed
next to the Banyan Tree. I was amazed looking at
the tree. It was so huge with very thick and
long roots falling from its braches to the
ground. I was looking at the tree in wonder when
suddenly I saw a small child in tears. He was
well dressed but was crying unceasingly. I
stared at him for some time and decided to ask
him his name and the reason for his crying. He
seemed to be very nervous and afraid.
When I tried asking him what he wanted, he
silently stared at me for some time with tears
rolling down his cheeks. Sensing something was
wrong I immediately called out to my father.
When he asked, the child said he was lost and
was looking for his parents. For a while we were
perplexed and were in a dilemma regarding the
course of action to be taken to help the child.
We knew that somehow we have to find his
parents. Surely they were also searching for
him.
I forgot all about the picnic and was now bent
on getting the boy back to his parents. But the
Botanical Gardens was a very vast place. We
asked the boy if he was carrying any sort of
identity card or whether he remembered any phone
number or address, by which we could track his
parents. But he was unable to give us any useful
information. Perhaps he was too young! He was
only four years old. My father told us that
there was an enquiry office at the Botanical
Gardens and we decided to go there in case the
boy's parents too had come there.
On the way to the enquiry office, we asked the
boy his name. He said his name was Rakesh. He
told us that he came with his parents to the
Botanical Gardens in a red car. We went to the
enquiry office; but nobody seemed to have come
yet. The officer-on-duty sent a guard with us to
the car parking zone to check all the red cars.
Perhaps we could locate his parents there!
Rakesh only remembered the colour of the car but
not the model or the license number. We reached
the car park and there were four red cars. When
we asked Rakesh to identify his car, he seemed
confused.
We were losing hope by now! Four hours had
passed by and still there was no trace of his
parents. Suddenly Rakesh pointed out to a car at
a distance and we went towards it. It was a red
coloured Maruti Swift. He recognized his cricket
bat kept inside it. There was a doctor's sign on
the car. Thus we came to know that his parents
were doctors. The guard noted down the model and
registration number. While we were noting down
necessary details, the guard received a phone
call on his mobile. He told us that the parents
of the boy were at the enquiry office.
We rushed back to the enquiry office. As soon as
we reached there was a sigh of relief on all our
faces. Rakesh was overjoyed and so were his
parents. The tears had disappeared and we were
so happy for him. His parents were very thankful
to us and expressed their heartfelt gratitude.
The officers at Botanical Gardens also praised
and thanked us for the way we helped in getting
Rakesh back to his parents. From then on
Rakesh's family has become our great friends.
Today when I recall the 3rd of January, I think
it was more of an adventure than a
Picnic.