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Consider me your “Sister”

Yesterday was a gloomy day for me, a day full of tensions as i hadn’t completed my assignments as usual….My whole day passed by doing them. At last by God’s grace i did finish them all and therefore i finally felt proud of myself having finished my work on time though by bunking lectures..but still.

In the evening i had to go grocery shopping for mom as some guests were supposed to drop in. I took my friend along. I parked my Activa just oppposite to the store which provided a parking parking place. And I promise it was’nt a no parking zone. My dad never believes me about it but still!!!

Now comes the THRILL…We shopped our hearts out, shoppin even those things which were’nt on the list but- we enjoyed a lot. We came out only to find that my scooter was missing…and  the funniest part is I searched it at places where it was impossible for it to reach on its own. So, I asked the watchman about the last option left-”The Towing Van”. He affirmated to the same.I asked him whether this was a parking area and surprisingly he did confirm the same. Awww poor me with all those heartiest shopping bags felt disgusted.

But  I managed to gather all courage  to lift those heavy heaps of crap( I enjoyed them as shopping goodies till i discovered my vehicle was missing…but now they were crap for me coz i had to lift them all the way to the opposite side road to catch an auto) and crossed the road. When i was about to cross the road I accidently held a lady’s hand as she rushed hurriedly. I pulled her back so that she does’nt get thrown by busy traffic on  Drive-in-road, she looked at me and said  “Thanks”. I winked and gave her a smile.

Thankfully we crossed the road and I boarded an auto along with my friend. My friend forgot a bag inside the store so she rushed back to collect it while i was standing outside the auto waiting for her. I suddenly realized that the same lady whose hand i had accidently held was standing with her son making great efforts to persuade an auto-driver to give her a lift to her destination-ALL in Vain!!!

I waved at her and asked her where did she want to go. And guess what??? WE HAD THE SAME STORY!!! Even her vehicle was towed away from the very same place. And so our destinations matched -THE TOW PARK ZONE… but she wanted to go home because she didnt know the place where the vehicles after being towed away taken and she wanted her better half to go and rescue her vehicle. I told her that  she could  join me as our destinations matched but all she could reply was ” I am a lady how can I go there?”…..

My friend returned and I simply ordered that lady to join in(bad manners on my part but i don’ care). And she did. On our way I ate her head up talking about “Women Empowerment” and that she was an independent individual. Blah Blah Blah…. I was writing a research paper on the same issue as a part of my assignment and so I could make her understand what was it all about.

We reached the THE TOW PARK ZONE met the Police constable and told him that we had parked our vehicles properly and this time they should pay us fine for the negligency on their part but all he replied with a cool head was that we had to pay him.

Now comes the twist-”Honey we didnt have MONEY!!!”- All I had was a credit card which was not accepted . Even my friend didn’t have any Vitamin M so that we could survive so i told Mr. Constable about the serious issue. The lady then went near her scooter called the constable and paid him the fine. The constable returned and told us that we could go as our fine was paid by the lady. We went to the lady and thanked her for her act of kindness to which she winked back and smiled(MY STYLE- copyrights to which were reserved).

I asked her to give me her mobile number and address so that I could return her the money she paid on my behalf. But she refused. She told me that I had given her what nobody gave her till date. I thought she took me as her friend now and the context of me giving something was “friendship”-it was a wild guess…

“Courage” -she replied was what I gave her to become what she wasn’t till that day. She told me that she was independent now and that she does’nt repent being a woman any more……….

I was happy but I still insisted that I wanted to pay her…

“Consider me your sister” was all she said as she   vvvvvrrroooooooomeeeeedddd her scooter and disappeared on the busy road…

And for a change I kept mum thinking about it all for 5 long minutes…(trust me I cant keep my mouth shut even for a second) . But I felt HAPPY!!!

 
   
     

3 Responses to “Consider me your “Sister””

  1. samir Says:

    :)

  2. Nirali Says:

    Wow! That was one hearty punch of compassion. Thank you for being exactly the way you are Div - for your edgy cocktail of love with madness, innocence with fearlessness, all stirred with a heady twist of nonchalance. I’m sure your cat Jhamkhu, wherever she is, would be looking up at you right now with pride :-)

  3. Sathish Says:

    :)

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