It was the scariest afternoon of my sister's life, I suppose. Her son Osel, a lad aged 15, went for a long and far walk to a schoolmate's house on the other side of the city. Being a teenage boy, this may seem like an ordinary and normal adventure of exploring the city. Except that Osel was diagnosed with autism at the age of 3 and has since been a special child that requires the full time care of his mother and the understanding of people around him. As a toddler, he was doing odd things like spinning on the floor, mumbling to himself in a different language, and sticking his head against the TV screen. He would not look at you straight in the eye and has difficulty in communicating. And he had a whole bunch of fixations at different stages, one after the other. Osel had difficulty eating when he was younger and had a number of food items deleted from his diet including chocolates which the doctor says increases hyperactivity. And the worst part is the absence of the concept