Pragathi,
This happened to me and I am still too cautious.
We were in delhi. my son was 2 years. He could not speak much, other than amma,appa. just these two words. In-laws had come. DH was shifting to muscat, so was busy at office. I had taken the kids (DD is elder) and in-laws around in a cab to almost all the places
before going further let me also tell you my son was car crazy. we were staying in a complex, where we were not having a car. so anytime he comes down and seens a car door open he would be seen sitting in that and i thank god for giving me the stamina

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So coming back to the incident, the last two stops were chatarpur mandir and qutub minar. Chatarpur mandir was so crowded as it was navarathri. DS was hold FIL hand and DD was with MIL. just as we stood in front of the tree,(they say it is very powerful..and too many ladies) my FIL was standing a little far away. So DS slipped out of his hand, and FIL thought he was coming to us.
Suddenly he is missing. barefoot too. we searched the whole temple. it was just the start of the cellphone era and I did not have one too. we searched every place.by then i was almost feeling weepy, but just kept my cool. I saw security forces people standing guard, so told them i have a problem, they said your child will give his details and they will announce. It was about 4.30p.m. and gut feeling that i had to find him before evening or i may not be able to...
somehow I convinced them that my son could not talk.and they told me ok, we will help you register a complaint with the police and let us hope for the best. the complaint registration cubicle was on the opposite side of the national highway and we had to cross the road and go in..what do i see..my son is sitting on the table and playing with them until he saw me, he told them this is my mom.
The police personnel did not want to give him to me until i proved he was my son. so ultimately did prove and signed the register and took him. actually the car parking for the mandir was on the opposite side of the temple and he had crossed the whole road


with so much traffic and i am still going

when i think of that.
people told me that i was so lucky to have go my kid immediately and there were people who have not got any info....
I just bravely took them home, and only then did I take the freedom to cry..all the tension..mygod..
today he is 11,I still dress him in bright checks/stripes... and now he knows our number, address everything, but we do keep an eye wherever we are.