I am travelling by a late night flight for an interview for tomorrow.
My journey today began with a fantastic date with my favorite chocolatier, her boyfriend and my dearest byko. I was the limelight when I was cherishing the cheesecake and treating it like an experiment 😁😁😂.
After dinner, byko blackmailed me sweetly saying that they won’t come to the airport if I got paan. Now, you must understand that paan is my favourite thing. I’d happily wolf down 3-4, much to the amazement of byko and chocolatier, while they struggle with the first one itself. 🤣🤣🤣😁😁😁😁
But again, I’d wolf down 3-4 only if the uncle near byko’s house made them. (yeah I can be picky like that. But hey, if you want to enjoy good things, then you must go for the best right?!)
So while walking down to the station, byko slyly reached the paan uncle’s shop before me and chocolatier, so that I don’t pay 🙄🙄😒😒😒🙄🙄🙄.
I said 2 paans and she got 3. That’s my byko who loves me lottle more always!! 😍😍🥰🥰😘😘😘😘😍😍🥰🥰 (Except of course on her birthdays when I love her lottle more 😋😋😋😋)
I boarded the train and until my train left the platform, my darlings waited on the platform blowing kisses. Such romantic darlings I have got 🥰🥰. (They would disagree with it, but hey I love them. So I can exaggerate a bit 🤪).
Four stations after my train left, there was a man who was helping a family get into the handicapped compartment. I was observing them as that was better than listening to gossiping aunties. 😒
That family who got on – one elderly man, a woman with her baby (must be his daughter and granddaughter), and a small boy (must be his grandson).
Elderly man and daughter were blind. The baby was sleeping. The small kid was not blind, but he seemed like a slow learner.
The man who helped this familyhad a bag in his hand and was half talking-gesturing to the small boy trying to find out where they were getting down. He gestured and spoke few unconnected words to another elderly man saying what he understood of the small boy.
The family was sitting and enjoying a fruit together. I was wondering what their lives would be like on a daily basis.
My station had come, so I got off with a small prayer that the family be guided. The man who helped them also got off with his bag.
I walked ahead of him, got over the footover bridge and boarded a rickshaw.
As I sat in the rickshaw and was about to leave, the man who helped came and shouted,’Airport’. So I stopped the rickshaw and told him that I was going to airport too. I asked him to share the rickshaw with me.
He got in. I asked him which terminal. He said in broken sentences, Air India and first terminal. More than broken sentences, it was like he spoke in few disconnected words. It was not as if he didn’t know the language, but as if he was mute for a long time and was taught to speak….
When we got to the airport, he got down and was about to pay. But I paid and didn’t allow him to pay, though he insisted that he’d pay in few disconnected words.
Then he pointed to the right side of airport away from the entry for passengers and said office and then pointed to himself. Then I asked him, oh your office. He nodded in affirmative. I smiled, wished him goodnight and gave thumbs up sign.
He smiled and left.
A random act of kindness can make anyone’s day…. or night…. 😊