Confessions Of A Lose'O'Holic

I am on a losing spree .I have been losing a lot. I am going to lose a lot more emotionally by this month end.
But what I lost today ?(in materialistic terms) as in yesterday , coz it’s past 12 now. As in on 6th March.

Well, yes the much awaited , the one which was destined to go during Tirupathi trip itself.
My wallet ! and all I am doing is blogging .

I am sad .I am sooooooooooooooooooooooo soooooooooooooooo sooooooooooo sad .I am almost sobbing here.
Not because I lost money, Not because this time apart from two debit cards there was a credit card , not because it’s my favorite purse
Not because there was id card , also PAN(ok , I am literally crying here, tears are rolling down ma cheek ) .
Not because I know retrieval of those essentials is going to be full of hassles and thyself doesn’t have time.

Because I feel vulnerable. I am still hoping against hope to find it in the black holes of ma cupboard .
I am a “careful careless “. I don’t lose things often.

The story how it happened is below and while typing I hope to figure out how I lost it :

March 5th after leaving office,author had here ritual visits to tailor , sabzee wala, and dairy shop at Mayur Marg.
As usual my hands were over occupied when returning from Dairy shop to ma building, with two grocery bags , with a back pack , Badam milk and phone (being new and worth investment of 15 K I am extra careful about this).

Next day I went office , Abhi-K asked for some cash , out of generosity when one digs down in the bag , there is no wallet .
Nope! the realization doesn’t happen then.
Peacefully I assume and announce I must have forgotten it at home. And RG ma boss laughs in amusement.
The day goes well. I go out with friends , telling everybody that I have forgotten ma wallet, so sponsor me.

After coming back in the evening me and ma roomy turn the whole house upside down and search .Go back to office and search .
Stare in the eyes of Dairy shop walla with suspicion and enquire .But no vain.

The time has come to block the cards says Roomy making me realize that I have actually lost it. I haplessly call the customer care services , who for me at that moment were the Gods.
Apart from helping they provided the much needed condolences .

Now roll back the time “March 5th after leaving office, author had here ritual visits to tailor , sabzee wala, and dairy shop at Mayur Marg”…
Last payment was made at dairy shop. Possibility of leaving it in office or anywhere else before that was ruled out.
After reaching home I don’t remember seeing it or fiddling with anytime.

So the grey area was Dairy to my home. Two Minutes walk.
Yes , I did found my back pack’s zipper open but I remember to have checked all vitals , not sure though.
So somebody stole it while I was making my purchasing or it must have fallen.

But then why weren’t there any transactions ?
I gave one whole day to them.

Whatever .I am mad like hell with myself and venting it out.
Sobs, Sobs only sobs.