Commuting in Delhi was a tedious
task before the Metro Rail came into service. Buses and autorickshaws were what
one had to rely on in absence of a personal conveyance. Back then, I had
enrolled in a summer training programme at a hospital in South Delhi. So every
day, I used to commute from Greater Noida to South Delhi, switching buses and
autos in two hours to make it to the destination in time.
On one particular day, my
experiments ran till quite late in the evening. By the time, I was about to
leave, the weather gave way and it started to rain. It was 7:30 p.m. already
and I could not find a single auto or bus nearby. It had started to get dark
and the ticking of the clock was raising my anxiety levels. There was this other lady standing next to me
as well who was also looking for an auto. Tall and elegantly dressed in a
handwoven silk saree, she looked quite a damsel in distress amidst the pouring
rains. Suddenly I saw an autorickshaw heading in my direction. I started waving
at him emphatically to stop. He did stop but that lady approached him before I
could and after a fair bit of negotiation, she hired the auto. I stood there in
utter disappointment watching her get inside the autorickshaw. I decided to
call my Dad to pick me up which meant that I would have to wait in the rain for
another two hours.
While I was dialling the number, I
heard someone call out “Hello”. I looked up and saw the lady peeping out from
the auto. She was waving at me to come to her. I went there and she asked me
where I needed to go.
“Greater Noida”, I said. She asked
me to hop inside.
I asked her,”Where are you headed to?”
She said she had to go to some
place in East Delhi which was in a different direction from my destination.
Assuming that sharing an auto with her would not make sense, I turned around.
It was then she said, “Hop in. It is getting dark and getting another auto is almost impossible at the moment. I’ll get down somewhere in Noida at a bus-stop and you can ride home in this one."
I was sceptic at first as she was a stranger but then considering the necessity of the moment, I got in. On the way, I learnt that she was a visiting professor at the medical institute. Finally when we were about to part ways at the bus station in Noida, she got down, asked the autorickshaw the fare to Greater Noida and paid him before I could say anything. I was taken aback by this and tried to return my share of fare to her. She did not accept it; instead with a calm smile on her face she said,”Someone helped me in a similar manner when I was a student and today was my opportunity to return the favour. Do the same when you can.” I could not say anything after that. We exchanged goodbyes and I left.
That moment embarked me on a road to optimism and hope. The relief in my Mom’s eyes to see me reach home safely only added to the feeling and I realised that optimism can be found all around.
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It was then she said, “Hop in. It is getting dark and getting another auto is almost impossible at the moment. I’ll get down somewhere in Noida at a bus-stop and you can ride home in this one."
I was sceptic at first as she was a stranger but then considering the necessity of the moment, I got in. On the way, I learnt that she was a visiting professor at the medical institute. Finally when we were about to part ways at the bus station in Noida, she got down, asked the autorickshaw the fare to Greater Noida and paid him before I could say anything. I was taken aback by this and tried to return my share of fare to her. She did not accept it; instead with a calm smile on her face she said,”Someone helped me in a similar manner when I was a student and today was my opportunity to return the favour. Do the same when you can.” I could not say anything after that. We exchanged goodbyes and I left.
That moment embarked me on a road to optimism and hope. The relief in my Mom’s eyes to see me reach home safely only added to the feeling and I realised that optimism can be found all around.
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https://housing.com/lookup
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