Nectar of kindness

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

All of us wait for big changes. At times, a small change can make a big difference. This is a real life story based in India. It talks about an unusual ride of a gentleman.

We all enjoy rides, some prefer long rides. Some, well let's just say they're couch potatoes. When you're on the bike, you leave the world behind. You sing as nobody can hear. You think like you've found a formula for world peace. You swear like you've got the right to. Rides can change your life, if not life it did change my day.

I was riding home taking in the usual scene's. People glued to their mobile. Traffic lights being ignored like they don't exist. Wannabe sports bikers zooming out of nowhere and some usual good stuff. Today something else caught my eye. An odd figure moving in a strange way. Given my eyesight, I could not identify perfectly. It was not walking and it was not tall enough to be human. I rode closer to the figure and realized he was human.

He was struggling to walk, I guess he had polio or something. He had limited movement in one hand and the other hand was limp. I have seen many differently abled people and I don't consider myself emotional. My brain told me to continue riding but something made me stop.

I got down and asked him where he was going. He uttered a lot of sounds none of which made sense to me. In an impulse, I picked him up and put him on my bike. Where was I going to drop him? I really wasn't sure and I wasn't going to take him home. I decided to go with the flow and began the ride. We reached the first junction, I was not sure if I had to turn left or right or continue straight. I slowed down unsure where to go. My mind educated me "Did you have to do this? You could be munching chicken at home by now." A slight prod to my left shoulder brought me back to reality and I asked him if I had to turn left. He grunted in agreement. So that's it we found a way to communicate.

A few more shoulder prods and by now I had figured out where my passenger was headed. I picked up speed and we reached the spot - a bank. In a disabled unfriendly country, one of the few benefits that were offered to such people was a meager allowance. I figured, he was headed to the bank to get that. Turns out that I was right. He seemed happy and grateful and uttered a lot more of unrecognizable sounds. I got the message and I left.

I rode home a happier person. This time my ride had a meaning. No songs, no world peace just a good feeling. I saved him a 2-kilometer walk and I got to be someone's Angel. But it also got me thinking. In this world of advanced technology and progress, why did he have to try and walk 2 kilometers in the first place?


Submitted: January 19, 2019

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