I truly believe that our life
is an aggregation of short stories; each has its tender and memorable moments,
few up and down before the dust eventually settles. Probably it’s all about making
those moments count.
It was a Friday last year in
Mumbai, when my sister had visited me from Singapore and incidentally my best
friend and her brother was in town too for some work. Incidentally all of them
had planned to stay put at my place. While my friend and her brother were
already home, I had to pick up my sister from hotel on my way back from office.
Thereon we had planned for a gala evening.
All happy and excited, as
scheduled, picked up my sister on way home only to realize that my sister has
accidentally dropped her wallet in the cab which had not only her cash and
credit cards but also her passport. Panic settled in immediately as we tried to
figure out our next actionable. Thankfully my friend first calmed us down and
we planned our move. While my sister started calling the call centre to block
the card, I and my friend went to trace the cab which we had taken outside a
famous hotel. There was an underlying belied and optimism that kept us going. When
we were busy in the hotel lobby figuring out the cab, we were in for a pleasant
surprise.
The cab driver had called my
sister in the international number and informed about the bag. We were
completely won over by his gesture and we co-ordinated with him to get the bag.
We profusely thanked him and my sister handed over some cash to him though
being a gentleman he was reluctant to take his award. I realized in the last
three hours, what it meant to be together and fighting out a crisis- Had my
friend and her brother not there with us all along supporting in the best
possible manner or in a larger universe the cab driver or even the hotel staff,
all together made this happy ending possible. That day gave me a great sense of
optimism that humanity exists and how.
Once we collected our
belongings, there was a huge sigh of relief. It was around ten at night. But
then Mumbai is the city that never sleeps. Party had only begun for us. We
decided to feed our hungry tummies first – since we all opined to have some
local food, we went to a food joint that served Street food as well. Next what
followed was our over indulgence in a motley mix of delightful spicy dishes. Each
one of us something different and by sharing made it into a grand meal. We all stayed
at some point of time in Delhi, hence recalled our old days and its sweet
memories while ravishing the Chaat and the Golguppahs.
Our appetite being full, next
we headed to a pub nearby to just enjoy good music, let our hair down and dance
like there is no tomorrow. Next one hour ensured that we had completely distressed
ourselves and was completely in the party mood – clicking crazy pictures,
thanks to another couple of friends joining us. We had a gala time and when our
feet could barely move, we decided to come out. Out in the open, a nice breeze
blowing from the sea side, we could not prevent ourselves from walking down to
the Marine drive. The silence of the night perfectly complemented the weather
and the best thing that happened post the music. That day I realized, be it
moments of joy or crisis, what makes the difference is being together and not
being alone. Feeling loved and being cared for. By the time, we headed home in
the wee hours of night, the memories of the night was already etched in my mind
forever.
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