Kindness

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…