by Paul Mampilly
The Sovereign Investor
I had just recited “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost in a giant auditorium in Mumbai, India. After my performance, I left the stage. I was supposed to find my way back to my parents.
But I was one of the last performers. The event ended, and people suddenly surrounded me. I couldn’t find my parents anywhere.
I was 5 years old, and like any kid, I panicked because it seemed so scary. This was before cellphones, messaging or any kind of instant communication.
I wondered, how would I ever find my parents? Would someone kidnap me? Would I ever get home again?