I Was out of my examination hall after writing my last exam. The day I thot of celebrating. The day when i knew even my study table would seems to b so interesting. The day everything in this world seems to b so happening
We walked out of our college with 101 plans and being at al spice being the foremost plan. With no whims quickly finishing the celebration in our college we took a bus... al exited in being @ allspice...and moreover al exited in throwing our question papers out of the bus… and some even making rockets out of the question papers…some even accusing those who had to discuss the answers and some terming themselves as a wretch coz of the marks they lost..
Happily listening to those random songs that ma mp3 player played, I had day thousands of things running in ma mind …. Including the sleep I would have when I get back home…and those promises my mom made to me (which she would have definitely forgotten.
Once our destination was reached,we all got out of the bus..selecting that perfect corner for ourselves , I still dont know what al we ordered coz half of the menu items were rite there on our table.. Comenting on the people next table, commenting on the couple who sat opp to us, commenting on certain foods(wich we ordered to see how it tastes)..the entire lot in that particular place including the waiters wre gazing at us.
For some reason… due to the immediately popped up love I had for ma mother I thought of buying her a cake with the money I had. Getting down al alone...grabing the most attractive cake i saw... making myself sure dat it ws strawberry (the only flavor my mom would eat)… I stood in that queue to pay the bill. The stand next to the bil counter caught my eye on it nd there with the cake was a paket of lays from that very stand
Getting out the place ,and on my way bak to the place where my friends wre sitting…I don’t know from where... there came a lady..a lady who draped the sari in a way that I had never seen before. Her sari was of some blue shade but we should sserach for the shades of blue in that brown nd black patches her sare had al over.. I gues she was not well coz I could see her shivering too…thinking that al she would want to ask was sme way to sme place I went near her…al she asked me was if she could have atleast some of the lays I was having
Completely shocked... al I did was giving her a handful of them from that smal paket of lays...i donno how she gulped the entire lot so fast dat she in her language blessed me nd went.
Watching her walk I could notice that her sari was completely torn wich she herself wud hav termed as subtle.The moment I turned bak ,thr stood an old man, who smiled at me nd complimented me for doing such a thing
Compliment?? I thought to myself with that lays packet which I had held tight in my hand. Pitying myself for not giving that lady the whole packet how can I accept the compliment he gave for my deed. I dint know what was there in ma mind that made me stop from giving her d complete packet.
I went back and sat with my friends. Each one of them commenting on the food they had eaten and the plans they got once they get back home.
On my way back home al I cud think was of that old lady. I dont know how much she would have craved for food that made her ask that to a total stranger like me.i donno how to discribe the intensity of writhe I suffered for not giving her that full packet .I donno if she had got back home safe, donno if she got a home of her own.
Getting bak home ,after teling my mom about the incident that had happened...her reaction of terming that lady as a wretch, the chapter gets closed then and there. Now when I am here to write some article on my blog, I started with her. Once u read it or once I finish with this, that chapter gets closed again…or atmost mite actually pity her for her misfortune and??we al wil turn back to our plans for the day…
Today,wen i recal the entire incidient al i got is that profound mind of buying her some food if ever I get to see her somewhere in this city again .:)
