Sounds very dramatic doesn’t it? Let me assure it that this has happened to many ladies I know who have small children. Just a couple of days back, we helped out a lady locked in her toilet by her young son. Her balcony door needed to be broken to gain entry into the house. Her incident reminded me of my own scary experience, which happened in 2003. My elder son was just about 1 year old then. Husband was out of town on work, and mommy and son were alone in our 3-bedroom rented accommodation. We had just recently moved into this place and to Bangalore too. I remember getting into the toilet and felt my son playing with the latch of the door outside. Before I could react and open the door, he had locked me inside. Once I realized that, I asked him calmly to try to unlock the door. Of course, he couldn’t. He also began howling. I felt a little panic. I peeped out the tiny bathroom window which had window slats. I took out 2-3 slats and found myself peeping out at the backside of the building. I could see no one there. Across from me and some distance away, there were another wing of the apartment block. No front doors of the houses opened there either. By this time, I began feeling very panicky. I started shouting “Help, someone please help.” No one was seen. I kept shouting as loudly as possible; my panic growing with every minute. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw a man looking with a lot of concern from some distance away. He could not understand where I was but could hear my voice.
I helped him in understanding my house number, and shouted across about what had happened. The front door of my house was locked, I told him. It had a good Godrej lock and the latch was on as well. He promised to go look for one of the carpenters who were working in the building. I prayed hard. I had instructed him to break the lock to gain entry. After some minutes of waiting and trying to tell a hysterical baby Sid that everything will be okay, I heard someone trying to break the front door. To cut a long story short, he had to take out the external lock out by removing a part of the door and also break the latch to gain entry. He walked in swiftly and unlatched the toilet door. I muttered a hurried thank you and gathered a crying Siddharth in my arms. Within a minute, he was out of the house, and I never saw him again. I did not even thank the Good Samaritan properly or ask his name or where he stayed to thank him later.
Thank God, he was there and went through so much trouble to help us out selflessly. Since that incident, we have tried our best to pass on this good deed. This is the only way in which I can thank him and his selfless act.
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