The Accidental Meeting ??!

Sometimes no matter how hard you try to explain, others don't try to understand you. Or, may be they are in no mood to understand you. Or, they don't make that effort. That's what happened to me yesterday night. It was an argument, which made me more restless than usual. Sometimes you just wish, you close your eyes and open, and there you go, you are somewhere else, a new place, new surroundings, new faces, new everything. This was that moment for me. I was sick. Sick of everything. Including this argument. My mind kept on saying, give up, there's no point in arguing, but my heart cared, it wouldn't give up easily. And so I continued, till I could sense the pain in my throat and head. I banged the door and collapsed on my bed. After recovering from, my "Why me???" emotional conversation (ofcourse it's a one sided one) with the power above, I grab hold of my music player and set out for walk. If I don't go for a walk now, I could end up screwing things more, like by calling an old friend and yelling at him/her for something or writing a very long email to that old friend of mine, for postponing our meet for like a month now. So, not giving it a second thought, I rush out. Walking does help me amazingly in situations like this. I vent out my anger, my disappointments blah blah. It's a great let out for me.
My only "me time", which turns me from an agitated rattle snake to an earthworm.. :D

Thanks to that walk, my bubbling positive energy now wants to do something. I prepared my favourite recipe for dinner and crawled into my bed and started watching my favourite sitcom. One of the lead characters is dumb and deaf. May be, it was that argument effect or may be because it was my favourite sitcom, I thought sign language is the best language, no showing off your anger by banging the doors, increasing the volume on your music systems, crashing the remotes onto the floor etc. It's another fact that, no matter what language it is, arguments drain you emotionally and physically. With such thoughts in my head, I didn't realize when I dozed off.

When I woke up, I could sense that I wanted to do something, but I wasn't aware as what? So after having my breakfast, I set out, no idea where. I walked upto the bus stop and pretend to wait, among the already waiting people for some bus. After waiting for an hour, just like that looking here and there, I called one of my friends, and informed her that I would meet her in two hours. She works for an MNC that is located in the outskirts of the city.
One hour passes by with the hustling of college students, hurrying middle aged people holding the hands of those confused poor little kids, who have no idea where or why and what for they are hurrying and those old energetic people walking around and waiting eagerly for their buses.
Finally my bus came. I get in and sit comfortably near a window seat. I love sitting near a window seat, listening to music and peeking out of the window , just looking out. It takes two hours to reach my destination. I take out my phone, and start reading the book I downloaded last week. It was about a woman and her lost "piece" of mind. I found it boring. So, I closed it. I still have long distance to cover before meeting my friend. A woman came along with her two children and sat beside me. They were adorable children. A brother and a sister. It always makes me nostalgic when I see a brother and a sister. This little brother was making an effort to make his baby sister smile. I don't think she smiles that often, but yes, when she does, she makes him smile too. I was discussing with that woman, about the traffic. I love this part of travelling, that is talking to strangers. I always did and enjoyed thoroughly. After sometime, they got down the bus. Since it was almost the noon time, traffic was heavy, extending my journey a little more. I got back to my songs once again.

Suddenly, I saw a couple pleading the conductor for a ticket and the conductor was refusing as she doesn't have any change. They need Rs 50 and they have Rs 1000. They were asked to get down in the next stop, but they were requesting the conductor, as they need to go somewhere and it was an emergency. Everybody were looking at them. I was one of them. I thought of helping them out with the tickets. As I was about to call them, a woman comes in between, she offers them the change she has, and the couple then smile at that woman, their eyes overflowing with thankfulness. Some people have that charm of doing small, yet extraordinary things. This was one of that kind. Nobody was that worried, everybody were watching the entire scene, without an hint of concern for a fellow passenger. I was taken back by her caring and simple attitude. After sometime, the same woman who helped, comes and sits, right beside me. She has that calm nature and a beautiful smile. Her genuine and honest eyes conversed more than her words. She seemed like a wonderful soul to me. I felt like I was honoured, when she sat beside me. It might sound stupid. But that is how I felt. We greeted each other with smile. Usually, even though I enjoy conversations while travelling, I don't initiate them. This time, I couldn't help. I asked her where she was going. She smiled and started conversing with me as if we knew each other from really long time. I found out after sometime that she was from Banglore. Now, I was sure in my head, that I know this woman, somehow.

Our conversation raced against the bus. In between, she informed me that it was her second visit to the city and that she was on her way to a hospital to meet her friend who met with an accident. She wasn't aware of the hospital address. She asked me whether I was. I said yes. But, actually, I wasn't. I heard the name, but I've never been to that place. She requested me to help her when the stop comes. I messaged one of my friends, inquiring about the address. I made a plan. I called my friend(whom I was supposed to meet) and informed that I had an emergency. I told the woman that I was going to the same place, so it's not a problem. So, we got down near the stop, with the instructions on my phone, provided by my friend, we both started walking. In between our conversation, she   questions about me and whether I had been to Banglore. I mumble and answer. Banglore makes me nostalgic and numb at the same time. I shared the unknown(may be known) fear I developed with Banglore. She listened patiently to my not so short story. She laughed and explained to me, why people fear the unknown and lack the courage to confront the truth. We had a great conversation, infact I would say, a soul stirring conversation. She answered a question that has been haunting me for a while now. She definitely made an influence. We reached the hospital. We parted our ways. As I walked, I looked back, to make sure this isn't some dream. Now, am glad that argument happened yesterday which led me to this journey today. I read somewhere, "Sometimes wrong train takes us to a right destination". In my case, it would be a random decision that I would give credit to. I realized, sometimes, you meet some people in your life, it could be for a minute, an hour, or a day, but they have this larger than life impact on you. This woman was one among them. I don't know anything about her. All I know is that the place where she comes from is the same place am nostalgic about. Everything seemed like a dream. Like an illusion. People come into your life for some reason. This time I was sure about the reason. And am glad about it. I still find it odd as why I opened up and had this entire conversation with a complete stranger, may be it was how this was supposed to get resolved..!! :)