Raintime Memories..

 Raintime memories... 

That's one rainy day's evening time. rain stopped now, but little bit drizzling. I started my walking in the Main Road with an umbrella in precaution of rain.

Even street lights on, the dark clouds makes the roadside area more darker.

That road leads to Major IT Companies area in Chennai. Lot of Cars,Autos and Bikes passing in speed and Buses too.

Even I Walk in the platform, i keep walking to the platform's corner side next to the Canal Banks, to get safe distance, from rain water splashes from moving vehicles.

Actually i am not in the safe distance, the speeding vehicles running through rain water, caused heavy splash across road, also spilled on me.

To save me from dirty water bath, i put the umbrella to cover my body. Even though, the water splashes, wet my pant.

If i go further till the usual daily walking distance, i will sure got the rain water bath.

Hence i decided to turn back to home. When i try to turn, there is one Honda Activa slowly passing near me and suddenly stopped few meters after to me.

One Young Girl stepped out from the Scooter and put the Vehicle to Stand.

She tried to start the scooter, by placing the key to ignition. But weak Engine sound ...

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only heard, and it stopped quickly. She tried few times, but it not started.

Meantime i reach her on my way. She called me, Sir, Vehicle not starts. can you please help me?! she asked in tired voice.

Her voice little shivering. I thought, may be due to the very cold rainy weather or fear of stranding in dark main road, may make her nervous.

I reach the vehicle and gave my umbrella to her by saying, Don't worry, you will ride by your scooter to reach your home soon.

I look the Scooter, it fully wet, i asked her, was there rained on your coming time?!

she said, "No sir, but lot of ditches on my way, the water splashed on ​me when the scooter ride in ditches on the road. "

Ok, let's check, i said and on the ignition key, simultaneously kick to start the scooter. little engine roaring sound and stops.

I kicked some times, after wait for a minute, i kick again.

This time it started, i turn the throttle to rise, after heat the engine running normal.

I called the Girl, come, you can move now, Your scooter is ok, due to roadside water splash on scooter, the battery may affect, if this problem arise again,

Dont turn the key to start engine. Simply kick start sometimes, it will starts..

There is no response from her. So i ​slowly turn, to her side by telling all these..

When i turn.. I shocked.

Her face panicking, she is keeping her hands on scooter seat back grip.

First i dont realize that why she is doing like this, but suddenly understand after that she may fear,

That i may theft her scooter after starting, so she keep her hands ready to pull and stop the vehicle, if i do like that.

On seeing her panic, i switched off the engine and move some distance from her scooter.

She goes near to her scooter, She not yet replied me. I told her, start the scooter.

After hearing my voice, in no seconds, she seated and started the scooter then left the area very quickly.

I watch until the scooter move away from my eyesight.

I understood her fear. it natural. so i don't feel anything wrong.

I slowly started my walk again to reach home, While walking, i realized that my umbrella missing.

I look around and finally seen it's in the edge of the platform. I walked to there and collected the umbrella.

Ok. let's move.., i said to myself and walks again.

Wait! Wait!

please dont blame the young girl!

I had no expectations on my support to her. that's a very ordinary matter.
I seen her as like my daughter.

But its not necessary that she also thinking like that. Still we have safety issues to our girl children.

That is a dark rainy day's evening. her scooter stopped in midway, everyone will be have some kind of fear, on that time.

So her fear and her avoidance on me is totally understandable,

I pray for her that she may not met with such incidents in her life again and wishes her a happy life!

One kind story

 

       When I came out from the Multi storey Commercial Building, on roadside, one person came to me.
He seems very tired and his dresses are dirty and unsized.

in a weak voice he asked me,
Sir, can you please give me ten rupees..?!

hearing his asking, I have seen his face, tiredsome, worry and little shy on his face. he seems young age village youth.

That's not much amount I bear to give him, but I asked him.

What happened?!

He bring some thing from his Shirt Pocket and shown me, there is some old written folded papers and some currencies..

he said again in low weak voice, sir, the construction company staff, refused to give me work today.

I go some other work sites and begged them, they also refused and send me out...

i am verymuch tired of walking since early morning sir. hunger makes me giddiness, needs to eat so  i asked you sir..

I have shocked little on hearing and asked him, how can you eat, in ten rupees.?,

He show his palm again,
I will add this money also.

I have more questions...
ok.with this amount you can eat lunch now.

After, evening dinner and tomorrow...?!

But quickly my common man mindset alerts me, don't think unnecessarily, if you wish give ten rupees and leave...
Dont think much.

You also have your own problem, He have his level of problem, you have your level of problem. Mind voice echoed me.

I have given him fifty rupees and left.
( so that he can use his amount for dinner. )

I look at the building.
today's my 15th job interview, in a Company on this building also failed.

in a deep breathe,
Thinking of pending payments of room rent.

Hotel mess bill pending payment dues, from last month.

(The hotel owner is a kind person, so he understands..
but how long?! )

Suddenly came in mind, that tired and weak looking ten rupees man's poor face..!

🌿🙏
#humanity
#kindness
#poor

One English Story!

In one Tea time..! 

    Recently I went to Delhi and Jaipur on a Short trip, 

Near a village on the way to Pushkar, i have met an aged man. 

Whether his age or his hard life, 

which, make his body to shrink? 

I don't know, but his body seems shrinked. also his skin and face. 

he slowly walked and comes near to me. my friends near me, looked at him on a watchy eye on him, while we drinking Tea in a tea shop. 

When he come close to me, my friends shouted at him. 

"go go away, old man!".

My friends are locals, so they may know about these kind of people. 

I am looking on him, he is in heavy dusty bijamas and long time used slippery old chapppels. 

After seeing this, i thought, this poor old man may come for asking money, he thought my friends won't give, so he came to me, to ask. 

one my Rajastani friend shouted at him, go away, we don't have coins, go and look somebody else. 

by hearing this shouts, he felt Saddened.

I seen his pain and ashame on his tiredsome face and his wobble walk. 

His situation makes me, feel guilty.

He may ask, some little cash or coins only. 

once collects, he will leave. 

Why my friends behave so harsh, with this poor old man? 

I stopped my friends not to threaten him further.

Looking at the old man's face and asked,

What you want? 

Chai (Tea), or snacks?! 

he turns his head slowly by the way of refusing and in a low voice he replied. 

Sir, I don't want anything, your money or food. 

I have it. 

On hearing this, my friends are wondered. and one asked him , if so what you need? 

why you go to him? 

He is our friend. coming from Chennai. (Madras) 

He looking at their eyes in little smile by his tiny blurred eyes, 

he saying slowly in low unclear voice. 

I think, he may lost his teeth. 

We keep our ears more sharp to listen his talk. 

He pointed to me and said, 

"I heared sir speaking in Tamil, to some one over phone. In between his speech, he said salem and trichy. 

(which is south tamilnadu's one of major cities. ) 

So that i come near and wanted to talk with him. 

My son working in a dhaba (hotel) there in salem trichy highway. since the past one year, he is not talked with us. My wife got sick as she think about his son alltime, she missed his voice, and i am aged and sick, we cannot able to travel that much distance. 

We give complaint in police station and gave grievance letter to our govt. to search my son, but no remedies reached yet. 

Here no one is to help us, to know where about of my only son. His mobile phone also switched off. 

Sir, can you help me? 

Are you go there and enquire about him?, please. It's a helpless old man's humble request. 

Can you please find him there? 

We will be grateful till our life! 

His words broken.. He cannot able to speak anymore. His eyes filled with tears. 

His humble request on his pathetic situation, makes me sadden. 

My friends fed up with this unexpected developments, they having shy to see his face. 

I hold his hands closely and saying, don't worry, 

I will find your son and let him talk to your wife soon. Ok?!

Relax baai. Nothing happens to your son. Give your mobile number.

I stored his mobile number, in my mobile. Also got his son's photo. 

We are slowly moving from that place, saying bye to him. 

He suddenly runs closer to me and put something in my hand and closing it by his hands, telling in my ears, 

"Please keep this money.

For your expenses to trace him." 

When heard this voice am speechless. My friends felt ashamed on their prejudice about him. Also me. 

They may not heard what he says. but they knew he put money in my hand. 

I took his hand and put his money back to him and said, 

"am also your son, don't make me differentiate to do my duty! "

after, 

I turn and walked away. Without seeing his face. 

I have no guts to see, Such a real human's kind face! 

why we don't know, even after tea, we feel bitter! 

   🌿🙏🌿

- Gnaanaa.