'Who am I? where am i who are you?''

- Crimewatch-Mahesh Yagnik

- Suddenly a cow rushed. Srikanth swerved the steering wheel to avoid a collision and at the same time collided with his bike and fell on an old road.

(Happy New Year to all readers. Let's start the new year with a light hearted story of petty crime instead of a crime spree!)

Srikanth's father Shantilal had done a very wise thing by buying a tenement in a society near Paldi in Ahmedabad years ago, due to which Srikanth and Saroj's life was very happy. Forty-five-year-old Srikanth was working as an officer in a government corporation and his wife Saroj was a skilled homemaker. Saroj's elder brother had an imitation jewelery business in Chennai. Srikanth-Saroj had a son, the maternal uncle studying biotechnology at a college in Chennai.

Of course, there was an atmosphere of mourning in his house for the last fifteen days. Shantilal was caught in the second round of Corona. From that, he grew up safely, his health was also good. He had a separate TV in his room at home. He had no activity except watching news on TV and reading newspaper all day. Due to the influence of Corona or other reasons, the problem of blood clotting has recently arisen. He suffered a heart attack and died.

Just yesterday, his twelfth-thirteenth ceremony was held and the guests from outside had left this morning. Srikanth went out to the ground in the afternoon to settle all the remaining work. He came home late in the evening.

Srikanth, exhausted after coming from outside, dropped straight into the sofa. 'Have tea?' Saroj asked coming to him. There was emotion in his voice. 'The father was exposed since he was admitted to the hospital. Yesterday, until the twelfth-thirteenth ceremony was over, all the fatigue must have accumulated by running day and night without looking. 'Do a job. Extend the holiday and rest for five-six days. You have a lot of holidays. If you fall ill in such a rush, the title will increase.' Srikanth said yes to the tea. Srikanth's nature was very tender and emotional. He also did not like to take leave without reason due to his devotion and devotion to office work. Saroj was happy because of this he decided to extend his leave now.

The next morning, while Srikanth was reading the newspaper, Saroj lovingly ordered, holding the bag in his hand. Have taken leave from office, but have to do housework. Here the lorries bring vegetables at extortionate prices and the vegetables are not fresh either. Bring vegetables from Manekchowk if you are free. After that read the print all day long..'

'Tea, sugar, coffee, soap, paste, whatever you want to order, give a list together.' Srikanth clarified. 'Do not assign any outside work after lunch.' Saroj laughed and remembered only the names of the vegetables.

The incident happened near Kocharab Ashram when Srikanth was returning after buying vegetables from Manekchowk. His bike was speeding and suddenly a cow rushed from the front. To avoid a collision, Srikanth swerved the steering wheel to the left and collided with his bike and fell on an old road. Before Srikanth braked, the front wheel of the bike landed on Dosa's feet. Srikanth got down from the bike. Dosa's eyes were closed. Blood was oozing from the peeled leg. The palm of the hand was also peeled. Shrikant ran from the front of the pan and fetched a pouch of water and poured it over Dosa's mouth. Srikanth came to life when Dosa gently opened his eyes. Doso was staring at his skinned hands and feet. 'Don't worry, elder, my house is nearby.' He asked sympathetically, holding the dosa up. 'Behind the bike?' Dosa looked at the bike. Then observed Srikanth. Then nodded.

'what happened? Who is this uncle?' After reaching home, Saroj became worried. That doso got stuck on the hinge of the barn. Srikanth himself suffered from guilt. He carefully cleaned the bruises on Dosa's hands and feet with Dettol and bandaged them with turmeric. 'Make tea for the elder. Also give some breakfast.' Srikanth's eyes were on Dosa while instructing Saroj. Not even a word was spoken yet. Will Dosaji be dumb? Due to the accident, his speech may have gone? Due to such doubts, Srikanth's anxiety increased.

'Want to relax?' Srikanth asked after Dosaji settled the breakfast in silence. Dosaji nodded. Father's room was now empty. Srikanth led Dosaji there.

You brought the real title! He slept comfortably. What to do now?' There was complaint in Saroj's voice.

'Should there be something like Mansai? The crime has been done by me, he was knocked unconscious by the collision of my bike, that is my crime. He brought them home as an atonement. I will drop them at home after resting. Story over.' Srikanth gave this answer to his wife, but the real story started after that. Dosaji woke up after two hours. Looking around in surprise, he looked at Srikanth and Saroj. 'Where am I? Where did you come from? who are you?' He asked in a poor voice, scratching his head with both hands. 'Who am I, brother?'

Srikanth and Saroj stared at each other in shock. O God! If you have forgotten this Dosaji, then a new title! Srikanth went ahead. He opened the pockets of Dosaji's robe and lehenga. There was nothing in the pocket except a handkerchief and two ten rupee notes. How to get the identity of this man in it?

'Elder, remember. where do you live Don't remember your name and address?' Confused Dosaji shook his head in denial looking at both of them with pitying eyes. Then opened his mouth for the first time. 'Really, come on! The brain is totally confused! Don't remember anything!'

Srikanth and Saroj looked at each other, worried about what would happen next.

'Try elder, try to remember gently. Everything will be remembered. Remember your name, son's name, society's name - anything.' Srikanth used to think like convincing a small child. Dosaji's facial veins were tight. Holding his head with both hands, Doso was trying to unearth a part of his memory as if he was oppressing himself. After ten minutes of exercise, his eyes flashed but he could not remember anything. He stood staring at Srikanth and Saroj with Radmas face.

All three sat together to eat. 'Don't worry uncle, stay comfortable in my dad's room. There are all amenities from TV. It will automatically be remembered in two-four days.' Srikanth was speaking. Saroj was staring at both of them confusedly.

'I have committed the crime. The fault is mine.' After Dosaji entered the room, Srikanth calmed down Saroj. 'Doso is ugly. If he does not remember in four days, we will take the help of the police. His children would have filed a complaint? The address will be found soon.'

After reading Srikanth in the morning, Doso used to print for three hours. After that, he would end his day watching the news on channels ranging from local to BBC and Al-Jazeera, with the remote in hand.

Shrikant tried to make Dosaji remember something by sitting near him for four days, but he did not succeed.

On the morning of the fifth day, Srikanth said while sitting for breakfast with Saroj and Dosaji. 'I am going to the police station this afternoon.' Looking at Dosa, Srikanth informed him. 'Your son or daughter must have lodged a complaint. Information will be available from it. In the evening you will reach your family. Those poor people must be worried too.' Dosaji was listening silently without giving any answer.

An hour or so later, Saroj was in the kitchen. Srikanth was sitting on the sofa with a laptop. After leaving his room, Dosaji slowly went to the telephone in the drawing room. Knowing that there is no caller ID in the landline phone of his house, he added that number.

'Are you all having fun? I am safe.' His daughter-in-law burst out hearing what he said. 'Where are you? Searching day and night. Your son is being beaten by the police station every day. All the hospitals in Ahmedabad were turned around. Where are you?'

'Stop chattering, Shani Sita! You have completely suppressed my son. You count the bread of retired father-in-law. You keep barking like dogs and cats in the house. I don't even want to watch news on TV. I am tired of staying at home for two years, let two dada go to Ambaji or Dwarka for air fare, but like a witch you have detained my son so such a trivial wish was not fulfilled.'

He added haltingly. 'An angel went astray when he went for a walk four days ago. It rang a few times and I closed my eyes to take a breath and it filled my mouth. They are very rank in nature. He felt that the memory of Dosa is gone! Thus, I have never done a wrong thing in my life. However, seeing their condition, I dared to commit a crime. The play continued without any explanation. Those people worked like relatives. Morning and evening hot cooking, three prints and my own TV in my room! Free air travel. After being in this Jalsa, you don't want to come back to that hell, but the roots of the sweet tree are not cut. Now I am coming in the evening praying to God that you will improve a little and keep your father-in-law with nobility like this Saroj...'

Dosaji was speaking. Hearing that, Srikanth and Saroj standing at the door of the drawing room were staring at each other in surprise!