‘Oh! You’re going to Italy. Beware of pickpockets’, my globe-trotting friend warned us.
 We are in Florence. My friend’s words keep ringing in my head. I am obsessed with my left back pocket so much that my left hand is stuck to my left butt.
We enter Academia Gallery… tourists teem before Michelangelo’s ‘David’, the most beautiful statue ever crafted by human hand. With my left hand on my left pocket, I am devouring ‘David’.. his burning eyes, seductive lips and adorable anatomy. My wife vanishes into the crowd. My younger son nags me to give 1€ to view ‘David’ through a televiewer.. The crowd surges forward..Click..Click …and my left hand goes to my left pocket and I feel a numbing emptiness…
I cry out….Thief! thief! My wallet is gone! My wallet!…
My wife rushes in and shouts
‘Oh PGR, it’s there in your right hand!’
Apparently, I had taken it out to give money to my son and kept it in my right hand

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