GOD. They Assumed

I now have to thank my mom, for doing wonderful things in this beautiful world. I was not aware that I would write my first article on the blog about my mom's experience. While I was pondering over the topic, the incident which pierced through my heart and settled, came out dancing to fall into words. I'm writing down this article putting myself into my mom's shoes and that's more than exciting to me.

Through the crowd I made it to reach the central compartment which is already overly filled with passengers. It was so congested and I had to stand facing the opposite person who is in his early twenties, perhaps my elder daughter’s age, there would be no room for anyone to pass by the aisle. The boy decided to make some space so that I could at least lean and there by causing no traffic. In the next station, few passengers got down. When I was about to make my move to settle down, there came about three people among which one scooped up a kid in his arm murmuring that the kid was sick so that they could settle down. When I first saw, I didn’t notice that the kid bandage wound around his waist until the breeze in movement let me. He is older than how he looks I supposed. May be the affect of  malnutrition made him look tinier to his age; the persistent problem in India.

                                    All the eyes turned towards the boy. The curiosity among the passengers hiked and tried making conversation with the father. One of them asked what was wrong with the kid. He then answered that he drank the water which is supposed to be poured in batteries assuming it to be drinking water which I knew is called distilled water. They all seemed to be coming from extremely rural background and wearing typical Indian attire. Then, another woman asks the same question and the father austerely repeated the answer. I just wondered if any of them had a piece of brain that the kid would understand the conversation and get scared. So I pleased them not to ask any more questions and explained that the kid would understand the whole conversation. They did oblige with what I said. After about fifteen minutes, the woman says to the other woman that, distilled water was too dangerous for the internal body for which chances of fatality are high and the boy was lucky. I once again wanted to ask them to shut up because whatever they were talking might be a talk that passed their time but it would kill the remnant courage they had piled up and wrench their hearts. With my constant gaze at them, they stopped.

                                  They were traveling to the city, Hyderabad which is the place they are not much aware of and would cost them very high. He in the earlier conversation had also mentioned the hospital name and that the kid had undergone a surgery and this was his second visit to the hospital. The kid was neither allowed to chew food nor to gulp a drop of water down his throat. All the intake was being given from the pipe that is connected to his stomach. My heart urged me to offer some help in any way. In the next station which is famous for tea, where almost each passenger gets a tea for sure, the boy standing beside me  offered me one and I accepted. I wanted to help the father at least in terms on money. As I searched in my bag, I was disappointed only to see a five hundred note and a change up to twenty rupees. I could have given him the whole amount but I needed money to get back home from the station. There was no ATM nearby so that I could draw some money and help. So, I asked the boy if he had change for five hundred rupees and he answered he didn’t. He helped me out asking for change the fellow passengers and also the tea vendors but it all went in vain. The father of the kid responded that he had change for five hundred and got out half folded money from his pocket. The stack was so thin and the currency notes were of hundreds which I estimated to count to a thousand or just two hundred more than it. In the city, where he has no place to reside at, spend money at the hospital, got medicines to buy; would that pile of money be enough my mind questioned. Who know how hard had his father worked to gather that amount. The father gave me five hundred notes which I separated into four hundreds in left hand and one hundred in the right. I slid the right hand into my bag to put the money while the people for gazing at the four hundreds in my left hand.

                                      Freeing my right hand, I took the money and offered him the money left in my hands, which froze the moment. Not because it was stupendous amount, but because none was expecting. He immediately accepted the money and put in this pocket. May be it was not the amount that I actually wanted to give, but that was what all I had right then. The boy turned to me holding his tears back and I didn’t understand why he got too emotional. He then told that his grandfather would not help people who would ask for, but would help knowing the requirement himself. When I asked his whereabouts, he told that his grandfather had died and that I reminded of him. His eyes lowered hiding his tears prisoning the beauty of emotions. As I got down the train, I went home with immense happiness and slept contented than any other normal day.

*Coming back into my shoes*

#HeroInYourMind

Let's all make this world a better place. It all begins with smallest of the small actions. Reacting in the moment is what all we need to do. It all starts with you. When you wait for the right circumstances and get ready to help, there might not be someone around you in depth need for help. However small your effort might seem to you, but someone would consider it to be  help sent from the God.

BE THE HERO IN YOUR MIND.