A Lie Of Worthiness
A Lie Of Worthiness3 mins 119 3 mins 119
It's going to be a lot of fun, at last, we are going back to Mumbai. This was a really terrible trip to Switzerland. We are going to Mumbai after 10 days of trouble for me but the trouble is not ending here still it’s a long line for check-in and I don’t think we are going to make it anyway. There are thousands of people over here everyone getting stressed so that they don’t miss their flight. We have 5 large bags that we are carrying and they are difficult to manage they take a lot of space. We have other things such as my backpack etc. but they are just very small comparatively. I’m really nervous if we make through the line for the flight or be stuck here for another day. What was going on I couldn’t understand at all so much crowd.
When our turn came the clerk said that our luggage weight is exceeding and so we had to pay them more. My dad told that we should pay them and we agreed but I argued that these people are totally ripping us off and we shouldn’t pay them any extra. We argued back and forth but with my mom’s veto power she closed the topic. We had to pay them a total of 2000 from which I could’ve bought something better. We then checked in and finally sat in our flight. But the flight trip wasn’t that better as there was so much noise that I couldn’t sleep in an overnight flight. We at 7’00 clock reached Mumbai. We then went to the conveyor belt to get our luggage .we got three of our bags at the start but then we couldn’t find our 2 whole bags. I went at the start to check and my mom and sister went at the end to check but we didn’t find anything.
My dad got very tensed as our important stuff was in one bag and we had bought the other bag for 5000 rupees plus we paid extra to the airport for it so the total sum of loss was 7000 on top of that bag had things that we bought over there. My mom suggested that I should go and check other's luggage if by mistake they would’ve taken our luggage. I went but I couldn’t find a bag. Then one by one everyone started going and then we were only there. Then I saw a bag which looked like ours but someone else’s name was written on it. As there was no one else except us so I thought I could open the bag and I opened the bag and saw that coincidently they had the same stuff we had everything the same. I thanked God for helping us. Then I took the bag to my family where my mom had found our other bag so in short mostly our luggage wasn’t lost.
Afterward, I felt very guilty inside myself, everyone was back to work no one even got to know also it was someone else’s bag. It couldn’t pull up the courage to tell my parents. So I am feeling guilty about everything that I did.