Life is beautiful in its own
sweet ways. Sometimes full of remorse and maddening, blackening sadness and at
times blinding you with its radiant happiness!
On one such day when she was
fighting her soul and tears, she reached the waters of Juhu beach. The sun was
burning on a March afternoon and the winds were slapping with their fierce
flames. She walked the entire stretch searching for her share of peace but dint
find any. Tired and weary, she sat down on the edge of a small embankment
which separated the sands from the concrete. She pulled out the tickets from
her purse and tore them into two, four and then eight pieces. She stared into
the setting sun and kept weeping hot tears that flushed her face. Her tears
seemed as endless as the horizon. She recounted events and it made her feel
more miserable. The merriment at a beach wasn't hampered by her state. She whimpered
in the silent corner like a broken pug. Many strangers sat by her side and left
it after a while. She dint rise for hours together. One stranger came and sat
by her. He dint speak to her for long. Finally, he spoke and introduced himself
as a person having his own business to mind but couldn't help intervene because
of her endless sobbing. She said nothing and kept staring. He asked her if he
could help but she politely refused. He advised her to not stay there for long
because it is not a safe place for a single girl to be. He once again asked if
he could help and she once again expressed the futility of his endeavour. He still
waited for some lewd souls to leave her side. He then rose and held out his
card and said, “If you need anything, do give me a call. Don’t mind my interference.
I don’t know if you are new to this city but you could reach out to me as you
would reach out to your brother”. For the first time in many hours she smiled
with a certain gratitude that she bore towards a stranger. She decided to
retain the card which wasn't meant to create a business relation, for as long
as she could. His name was kundan and his phone number was clearly spelled out so
that she could reach him, if need be. This incident made her hopeful and she
started her return journey with a belief that she will find her peace and
before reaching home, not just her peace and calm, but she even found her lost
smile!
When she recounted this incident to
me, my faith in human kindness only increased. Maybe you and I have both experienced
such instances when the dearest of our people don’t seem to understand our
plight but some stranger does. Maybe the stranger also wouldn't understand but
we assume that he does! Such is our innocent mind which puts faith in anyone who
shows kindness because that is the most rewarding action a human is capable of
performing! Maybe such little instances fill our life with hope, faith and
endless belief in humanity which we otherwise think is debilitating by every
passing day…
