Rains in Bangalore is a normal phenomenon. It brings the greatest joy, at the same time cripples life in such an extent that traffic becomes monstrous, stranding people all over the place and creating utter chaos all over the place.
It was just another day when I had gone to Ridhani’s production unit and was going to be late from work. Generally the days I am at the production unit, my day gets extended. That day was no different and I was late. A perfect sunny morning had changed to a dark cloudy afternoon and within an hour or so, it started pouring in. so much so that in about 2 hours there were water clogging and severe traffic jams all over the city.
It was around 8.30 pm and I was driving back from work. Roads were chock-o-block with traffic, plus the rains were pouring to its heart’s content. All the roads were flooded in knee-deep water and there was chaos everywhere. As I inched towards the Christian graveyard on my way, I could see a middle-aged woman waving her hands frantically at a distance. My car was few feet away in stand still traffic hence I started observing her. Couldn’t hear her anyway due to the rains and honking sounds of the cars. From the distance It looked like she was seeking some help.
What I saw for next 10 mins was disheartening to say the least. None of the cars rolled down their windows to hear her out, leave alone helping. I kept wondering what could be the reason that a woman is seeking help so desperately from strangers without bothering about the consequences. My mind was racing… As I kept inching towards her and saw her struggles, I decided to at least hear her out. (This is very unusual for me; I am safety fanatic when I am driving. I never roll down my window no matter whatever happens). But for some reason I felt the need to at least hear her out. I switched on my left indicator and started pulling the car on the side. As I reached closer to her, I rolled down my window.
Me: What happened?
Lady: (Showing her drenched and unwell mother, who was sitting on the wet footpath) My mother is not keeping well and I need to rush her home ASAP. We have been stranded here for the last 3 hours, not a single auto or taxi is stopping leave alone dropping us. We live in about 10-15 mins distance from here, however, my mother is not in a position to walk down the distance. No one is helping us. Would you please help?
Me: (though I was skeptical) Come on in, I will drop you.
They got into the car, and for the next 30 mins of conversation made me learn more about this mother – daughter duo. Her mother was 78+ years old, suffering from diabetes, hypertension and a heart patient too. She couldn’t walk properly due to arthritis. She was running mild fever when they came to pay tribute to their ancestors in the graveyard. It was one of those days in the year, when they pay tribute to their ancestors. Though her daughter told her not to go, she was insisting to go and pay a visit.
She seemed to be a happy and content elderly lady, who explained me what it is like to be grateful to everyone and everything around you. It is important to remember your roots while you are reaching out the moon. It’s your roots that give you the strength to do what you strive for.
Looking at my tired self, she said in Tamil “Beta, you should take care of yourself. I know working hard is important but your body and health is most important.” [Sorry, I can’t reproduce the dialogue in Tamil]
After I dropped this mother and daughter duo, a satisfied smile filled my face. We spent 30 mins together, spoke about so many things and we never asked each other’s name, strange right? Having said that, that conversation made it to my heart. The mother-daughter duo are etched in my mind and heart. That 30 mins of conversation taught me some brilliant lessons of life. I learnt how to be grateful in every situation, how to respect and nurture our roots and most importantly how living a life of positivity and gratitude is like.
Though I reached home around 11pm that day, I was happy within. Glad I had taken the step to roll down my windows!
Sometimes it is only about rolling down your windows to listen to different voices… and life fills you with beautiful surprises and playful learnings!