A Wallet - By Shreeya Athanikar

One day, when I was walking on the footpath, I saw a wallet lying on the road. I quickly took it and saw a name on it. 'Julia' it was. I checked it and out came five hundred rupee notes.

My heart was beating very fast. I wanted to buy many things from the Commonwealth mall. I wanted to keep the money with me but my subconscious told me not to do so. I kept the wallet in my pocket and strode to the mall. I reached there and saw two places there: the mall and a police station beside it. I stood there for a moment and decided where to go. I quickly went inside it. At the entrance, I saw a big frame with a man who was as thin as a stick and had a commando jersey. He had a blunt nose and curly hair but no mustache. In the frame, he had a beard and he seemed to be stroking it. Just then, I saw a policeman come out of a room I hadn't noticed. Surprisingly, it turned out to be the same man from the frame! He told that the head of the policemen had gone to solve a theft and will not return till 4 pm. So he was the in-charge till then. I quickly told him the whole story and he said that just before I came, a lady named Julia had registered a complaint regarding her wallet.

I thanked him for the information and came out of the station. Then, I headed straight to the Commonwealth mall.