It was a hot afternoon in Hyderabad.
The auto stopped at a signal, and I gazed around next to me was an auto with a family a father mother and a child of about 8yrs. She was drinking water. As she looked at me, I smiled, she turned self consciously the other way.
The second signal she was drinking water again.
At the third her bottle was empty. Her mother was obviously annoyed and taking her to task in Telgu the child was looking at me, she looked so thirsty, and hassled I picked up a tetra pack of a fruit juice that I had and handed it to her , she flashed a lovely smile and merrily attacked the tetra pack. Not for a moment did she hesitate here she was accepting a drink from a stranger that too in signal, the signal could change any moment causing her to lose the drink.
It was a fleeting moment but yes there was that connect. The girl with lovely big eyes and spontaneous smile brightened my entire day.
When Blogadda invited to share a story when I followed my heart, this story just popped up to me. There was no soul searching, conflicts or nail biting moment. It was one of those moments that the universe gifts us, a moment of unadulterated spontaneity.
It was as if Life beckoned,” hey there, pull up a chair, take a taste, come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”
In a few seconds the child gave me a gift, though I handed her the drink, I received the gift, when she allowed me to give her the drink . It was revisiting the space where life is for loving, sharing, learning smiling, caring, forgiving, laughing hugging, helping dancing wondering, healing and even more loving. It was the moment the universe made me realize I had a choice, to live my life in never ending planning, goal setting, and frustration or live my life such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning the devil says.”Aw shit he’s up.”
This moment was nothing like the one in Tagore’ Kabuliwallah where Minnie’s father cuts down the wedding expenses to unite a father with his daughter,. Nor was it the altruistic sharing of the pending tea, Pending tea works, like this, I go to a restaurant that offers pending tea facility I drink my tea, and pay of another, this extra payment sponsors a needy person’s tea. This was a pure and simple impulsive gesture
To me impulsive means foolish. Yet if a person is not a little impulsive, they do not have a pulse. It has a charm of its own, just like deliberation has its appeal. Think about this each time we say hello to a stranger our heart acknowledges over and over again that we are all family.