Today I really have something to share. This is an abstract incident that happened in a man's mundane morning at his boarding bus point. Sridhar was waiting for his usual staff bus that picks him up at Chengalpet checkpost. It was Tuesday, April 9th at 8.30 a hot tropical day. The place was sign of a busy trafficing zone. Trucks and autombiles were speeding up and down. But there was no sign of his favorite Volvo bus that attarcts major communting employees in his office. This route bus was the BEST and there was strands of ppl waiting to board their bus for the day. As he was thuming a text to his manager that his day's work would start a little day due bus being delayed, his eyes caught the attention of an elderly woman walking from pillar to post in the MTC bus terminal at the other end of the road.
Far across the road, was chengalpet MTC bus terminus with loads of ppl flooding in and out of buses at the usual boarding point. This old lady appeared helpless and fumbled something to herself. Looking at her he walk towards her to know if he could help at her need. Not able to contain within himself, Sridhar moved towards the old lady wanting to know her despondency. As he walked closer, he heard her asking ppl if Kanchipuram bus would stop by at this terminus.
All ppl looked at wonderment, as this was a bus terminus with all kanchipuram bus stopping by but still the lady kept asking the same question to ppl around. This suprised Sridhar more and insticated him to tell the oldie that there are few kanchipuram buses already harboured at terminus waiting to start off in new minutes and she could board them. Looking at awe, the Oldie replied with no haste, that she was waiting for a bus that comes from Kanchipuram to Chengalpet and her daughter would be travelling in that to reach this place.
As she told this, she kept fumbling something to herself. She appeared very worried and sunk to saddness in her heart. As Sridhar listened further, she told that her daughter was 35 years old married to a cobbler and dunkard.
The only things that her daughter witnessed in her life was fights and beating all the time. Sometimes she was beaten black and blue and returned to her mother's place to find a breakthrough from the stress.
The oldie, everytime would console and advice her daughter and get her back to her husband's place. This is the usual routine and this time there had been a major hassle at her daughter's place and her daughter is on her way back to chengalpet. Hearing this worried Sridhar a lot. Instantly he kept a close tab to watch if his bus had reached the place.
With a worried heart and lose of flower business for the day, the Oldie hurried forward to the other end of bus terminus. As she jus moved, two little kids run towards her and kissed her. Sridhar thought these must be her grandchildren. But there was no sign of her daughter. Was she coming behind or not coming? Sridhar mind was qizzing on many things. He could see the kids handling a chit to the oldie. Being an illiterate, she wanted Sridhar to help read it for her.
Reading the short message that was written, Sridhar was doubtful whether to convey the message to her. But he must tell it out. He conveyed to her that her daughter was not coming this time and has decided to find her fatal destiny by herself but wanted her mother to take care of her kids.
This may have touched Sridhar heart and would have been a pounding day. But the Oldie looked quite casual and move along with the kids. Sometimes we like the oldie are led through disappointments and storms of life. While some like Sridhar stand irresolute on life's far end not knowing what to help the society These are like mixed pieces of sand in a river bed. Only if these pieces of sand is there the river earns a steady flow of water. This is LIFE! FACE it to LIVE it.
Experience every moment, simply by being in that moment wholeheartedly, with all your five senses deep within that very experience…and see how when you look back to that experience, you will remember every little detail like a movie playing in your head.
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