A good deed

We hardly notice the miracles around us but it strikes us when we are a part of it!

Last evening was one...

I had just got back from a long meeting, that windy afternoon. I had to be a part of a call on my way back.

I knew I had to pick up the right change from my wallet. With the phone glued to my ears and my hands fumbling through my bag, thoughts of kutti "r" raced within me even though I had left him with the best pair of hands - my parents. A thousand questions about kutti "r" ran inside me as he has been a momma's boy for the past few days and has been saying "imma" referring to me his mother :)

As I hurriedly got out of the rick and paid the driver his "demanded" fare, without waiting for the lift, I paced the stairs in double stride only to see kutti "r" peacefully sleeping. With a sigh of relief, I rejoined my then discontinued call. 

Once the call got over, hunger hit me and as I gobbled down some poha, the doorbell rang. As my grandma opened the door, I recognized the rick driver along with our apartment watchman. Thoughts need no direction. Does he want more money? Why does he need it? I paid him what he had demanded. Didnt I? Or did I pay him less in my haste? What brings this guy to my door step? Such is the evil mind that usually reacts to a person who demands...Negative thoughts flush the brain even before someone could tell you why they are here. 

As I looked at him pushing the door away, he took out my photon USB. I didn't react well. I took it from him, smiled and said ThankYou. He left.

It took me a few minutes to even realise that I had lost it actually.

Yes, it was my very own USB. And I had lost it. And I didnt even know that I had lost it until this man brought it back to me.

It took me a few more minutes to even believe that this man who demanded the rick fare, found it in his vehicle, came back to my apartment, inquired the watchman about the lady who had just left his vehicle, came all the way to my flat only to return it without expecting anything in return - "A good deed" and I was at the receiving end.

I asked myself as I retold the happenings of that evening to my husband. Should I have said something more? 

It was indeed a miracle for me!