The day I was proven wrong. Again.

The day I was proven wrong. Again.

Years ago, I wrote a post about how my faith in humanity was restored when a couple found my wallet and returned it to me when I was in Noida.

(Old Post here)

History repeats itself.

I lost my wallet on December 31, 2025.

But I didn’t realize it until I needed to go out today and couldn’t find it anywhere in my house.

The first thing I did was check my security cameras to check if I was wearing it on my shoulder like I usually do.

It wasn’t there. I thought that there was a likelihood of me putting it in a grocery bag because I had too much to carry.

Sangram went dumpster diving, in case I had put it in one of the brown grocery bags and forgotten about it. Nada.

I had called the last Uber driver I made a trip with, using the “Find a lost item” option. First, he didn’t pick up. Probably busy with a ride. Second time, he picked and said that he had my wallet with me and had been trying to find my contact number but he couldn’t reach me because Uber said No contact policy.

He found it and kept it safe. That is all that mattered. I promised him a reward if he got it back for me. He said to text me the address and that he could reach me in 10 mins.

Those 10 mins were the longest wait of my life.

I am not who I used to be twenty years ago. I don’t feel things the same way. I have seen people act too selfishly and do petty things driven by their own interests.

But this instance of getting back what is valuable to me— not just in terms of money but what it signifies— my id cards, the wallet itself — which is a gift from my husband— means I can have my faith back for a little while more.

And it doesn’t matter how lost and distracted I feel, someone might find it in their heart to keep it safe and return what was lost.