Life’s little stories
You know what’s stranger than fiction?
Those that we encounter in our lives. The unscripted ones. How we meet some people and they become our best friends or how we can never relate to some. How strangers become close and some friends become strangers.
I love seeing such stories come to life. Be it a chance encounter or something else. To me, that’s the most interesting part of life. I believe that everything happens for a reason and there is a meaning in even those little things that seem meaningless at the start.
This happened a couple of years ago. I was on the way back home and waiting to cross a busy road. There was heavy traffic and standing on one side of the road, I wanted to get that little breather so that I could safely cross. At that moment, a woman almost my age stopped near me and started saying things that were on my mind.
“No one has the patience to give way to pedestrians.”
“Crossing roads is so scary.”
“Why can’t they get a traffic signal set up if they cannot build a walk-over bridge?”
I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back at me. At an opportune time, we crossed the road and I realized that she followed me to get to the other side safely. She thanked me and I told her that I was equally scared but her fear gave me the strength to move on and deal with it.
We walked the next five minutes together and over that conversation, I got to know that she worked at the same organization as VT’s. Her Hindi was impeccable so I was curious to know which part of India she came from.
“UP, near Varanasi.”
“Really? I am also from UP. Azamgarh.“
“My uncle lives in Azamgarh.”
“He teaches in a degree college.”
“What? Papa is also a reader in That PG college. “
“Yes, that’s the name of the college.”
Both of us could not handle the many coincidences. We figured out that her uncle and Papa were friends. I had met her mother as a teenager but I did not know her. What was most surprising that we revealed all this during that five-minute walk to the bus stop and both of us did not even exchange names. We just smiled and moved on to our respective routes.
I later told Papa about her and he was equally amused. Though I never met her again, the sequence of events from that day has stayed with me. Such coincidences have no reason. Azamgarh is over 2000 kilometers from Bangalore and what are the chances that I meet someone again with exactly matching co-ordinates.
What would you say of such stories? Aren’t they stranger than fiction?
I am with Team #CrimsonRush and today is Day 1 of the #BarAThon.