Hero In Your Mind

This post is out of regret of not taking the opportunity. Do you wonder what opportunity it is? Is it the opportunity to earn money or gulping down the yummiest food in the town or the place you wanted to visit? No. Absolutely not. It was the opportunity to help. Usually in India, people prefer two wheeler vehicles unlike many other countries. I rode my sister to a phone shop where I sat on my bike as she left. After wasting my energy in useless thoughts, I saw a man trying to come out of the glass door that said 'pull' from the same shop my sister had gone to. He was old. Frail. Powerless. Like typical old men he wore a dhoti and held a basic phone. However I found his face looked disheartened. I didn't know the reason. I just assumed that he didn't find the thing he came for or more likely that he didn't receive enough help; the reason I was more inclined to believe. The phone he was carrying couldn't give them more money but they could have guided him. I...

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 th...