I realized that I boarded a wrong bus in the first stop itself. I got down from the bus and surprisingly the conductor also let me get down inspite of finding no one to pick me up from the stop. I was angry with myself for being so stupid. I somehow knew the route the bus took everyday. I visited all the stops religiously following all the roads I saw from the window of my ride. I did not even realize that I was lost or I did not feel the fear of not finding my way home. I just walked to the direction, I thought was home. I shudder to think what would have happened if I had really lost my way getting back home.
Nearly losing a pet reminds Full2Faltu of being lost as a kid.
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