Inspired by recent acts of kindness by strangers, I have decided to start a bi-monthly column just for this.
However, the success of this column depends on you, my readers. This is going to be an open column, featuring mostly
(I hope) readers' works. So readers, please feel free to write in your experiences to me at ritealot@gmail.com.
Here's mine to start off with.
One balmy afternoon, a friend, my mother and I started off towards the railway station. My friend was lugging
an enormous bag, which he stubbornly refused to let either of us help him with. After much persuasion, he agreed
to share the load and we each carried one strap of the bag.
All this while we were looking out for rickshaws, and as luck would have it there were none. We started up the road,
a winding one, slightly uphill. A rickshaw came around a bend, and I flagged it, but it was occupied. Surprisingly it
stopped in front of us. A lady got out, holding a toddler close to her.
With a friendly smile she said some of the kindest words I had heard for a while, "Take the auto, my house is right here. I can
walk."
To this day we owe the lady, not just for giving us the auto, but for making out day by this selfless gesture.
So readers, pay silent tributes to strangers, family, friends and maybe yourselves. Write in to me at ritealot@gmail.com...
However, the success of this column depends on you, my readers. This is going to be an open column, featuring mostly
(I hope) readers' works. So readers, please feel free to write in your experiences to me at ritealot@gmail.com.
Here's mine to start off with.
One balmy afternoon, a friend, my mother and I started off towards the railway station. My friend was lugging
an enormous bag, which he stubbornly refused to let either of us help him with. After much persuasion, he agreed
to share the load and we each carried one strap of the bag.
All this while we were looking out for rickshaws, and as luck would have it there were none. We started up the road,
a winding one, slightly uphill. A rickshaw came around a bend, and I flagged it, but it was occupied. Surprisingly it
stopped in front of us. A lady got out, holding a toddler close to her.
With a friendly smile she said some of the kindest words I had heard for a while, "Take the auto, my house is right here. I can
walk."
To this day we owe the lady, not just for giving us the auto, but for making out day by this selfless gesture.
So readers, pay silent tributes to strangers, family, friends and maybe yourselves. Write in to me at ritealot@gmail.com...
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