I was getting late for office that day and was rushing back home on my bike after the morning routine when I saw a packet of milk right in the middle of the road. “Someone must have mistakenly dropped it”, I thought and slowed down a bit to find out who it was but couldn’t figure out and moved ahead. Then I thought of picking it up and giving it away to some child on the street who could satisfy his hunger. Having gone back and forth with this though once or twice I took a U-turn to pick up the milk packet lying unattended and just as I was getting closer, I saw a rider smashing the packet under his wheel. All the milk was scattered on the road before my eyes.
I gave an angry look to the biker but soon understood that it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do that on purpose. My delay in making a decision was the real culprit. And I understood that all the good intentions make the least sense when you cannot take a decision in time.
1st June 2019
Sometimes it takes ages to know someone and at times just a moment is enough.Bollywood (Often)
in my story this is partially true.
a month ago while I was up for a morning walk in the park, I was interrupted to
slow down by someone I met for the first time. He walked towards me with a
smile, greeted a good morning, gave me a sugar toffee and went on to walk in
the opposite direction than mine. After a few minutes, we crossed our paths
again and this time he gave me a small piece of coconut that he got as an
offering from the nearby temple. I accepted it with a smile of gratitude. Next
day I saw him again and he saw me too but he didn’t look at me and I too
randomly ignored. Ever since then we kept seeing each other in the park quite
often and occasionally exchanged smiles.
days ago, I met him again. This time, reading the inscription on my t-shirt he
came to me with a broad smiling face and said, “You don’t look weird.” and gave
me a small coconut piece. I laughed as I knew what he was talking about and
popped the soft chunk into my mouth. When I walked a few steps ahead, again in
the other direction than his, I realized that I was fasting that day and wasn’t
supposed to have it. Unfortunately, I had to spit it out but could not hold on
to my amusement as what just happened was rare. I don’t ever remember myself
mistakenly putting anything in my mouth ever since I have been fasting for
Ramadan or otherwise.
charisma was such that I forgot about my Roza. He is a 70-year-young man whose
name I know not. I call him a sweet stranger.