Today around 11 am when I was busy with some ridge regression stuff, someone from office upstairs came down, and said that I have a visitor at hostel. Actually someone from hostel office called in department. My first reaction was, he has mistaken, as I am not expecting anyone. Anyways I started for hostel. On the way met 2 juniors, who informed me that two old uncles are sitting in the office, and they are some bengali fellows, and they are claiming to be my father's friends. Now I was totally surprised, amused, shocked, a bit scared and full of questions to myself until I reached hostel. And what was next I could never dream even.
I used to go for morning walks this summer, which I have discontinued after vacation in July, due to busy schedule, despite of the fact that I enjoyed it more than many things I do now. There I became friend with many old people (that doesn't mean I don't talk to my generation ones, but I never found many). We shared smiles, Hi and Hello, sometimes 'why didn't u come yesterday'..thats it. Some talked even..like what are u doing where do u stay and all those stuffs..and few them liked the fact that I am going to study further.
So the story goes like this. When I was not seen there for 3 months, so some of them were sort of worried that she used to stay at hostel, so lets see everything is fine with her. And they came to find me out. It may sound strange that how and why should someone get worried for a total stranger. May be when they are far from their own kids, then they find reflection of them in others..there worries get refracted...
So we had a cup of coffee, talked for a while, and they left with a promise from me to resume walk. Anyways it was a very beautiful surprise.
4 comments:
speechless...
what a beautiful experience :)
dats gr8.....really liked it.....:)
Deep , that was really touching. Yes sometimes you make friends with strangers at such places like train journey or a walking tracks that come out to be stronger tna your real relatives. Thanks for sharing.
wow :)
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