Good ones are still there

Dear readers, this is the continuation of my previous post “reason to return”, which completely depicted the real picture of a holiday expecting metro city. But, this story is highly different and definitely serves good meals for all, as it happened at a faraway place, My lovely place, Where I spent my childhood days. My city’s name is Shimoga, which is 250 KMS away from the capital city. It’s neither a village, nor a metro. But, my city is on the lap of a river named Thong by decorating herself with Western Ghats at her head, temples and sacred places at her chest and the entire natural environment as her dress. My city is a blend of features of nature, where the nature reveals her beauty and beast as well. I’ll definitely write a separate post about my city in future by explaining all her features. To talk about Ugadi, I can’t forget my city. So just gave an introduction… The city gives special effect to the festival with its rear vegetables, fruits, leaves and all. But, for me the festival was not as special as other fests. Because this fest always used to come on the eve of my examinations. My school used to held exams after all and this fest used to give a day for my study. Promptly, I used to be busy over studying, as it is a complete holiday that by wearing a new dress and to eat meal with exam stress. But, this is my first Ugadi which really brought Pallavi (Spring/greenery) inside my mind. I went home by leaving the wild busy metro city. As I have already shared earlier, I too could get an arrangement in the herd of sheep to leave without knowing what will happen on the eve. Roads were rushed with traffic, hostels were empty, houses were seen with shut doors and the half of the city was on the road. I too managed to reach the station with one and half of hour of drive in the crowded traffic. The bus was full and the station was dull, seats were reserved and remaining was requesting to be served. My mind was filled with excitement and curiosity just by praying god to fill my next seat with a female person. It was not only with me, but the entire bus was with such prayers. How much applications the god can take tell me? We were scolding the system of reservation without any other alternative situation. The state government has provided online reservation facility for bus tickets and also has an option to mention as “single lady”. But the column has become useless, as it’s just filled without any special privilege or use. Whoever comes for next reservation process will get the next seat of single lady only and I could see lot of such persons who were inevitably sitting with stranger men without any security. Some were begging for the men to get adjusted by exchanging the seats and were getting negative responses. Fortunately a girl came and requested me that, she doesn’t know who is there in my next seat and she will sit with me by requesting that exact passenger by telling her fate. My friend who dropped me was very happy and left me with a relaxing smile. God couldn’t take up my application and a man who looked like a middle aged uncle came to sit in seat just told that girl to get up by knocking the seat with a beat. She was speechless and just left with her finger press. I was shut with lot of worries in my heart. I didn’t know what to do! All my readings, listened stories others’ words just went over the screen of my mind. But there was no other way to do; my nest was calling me with its glittering hands too. Tried to make myself secured inside the blanket by pretending to be procured by taking cell phone from my pocket Searched to pin my charger into a socket and it was also not there to hit me like a racket… All my worries were wiped out just with his single speech. The words which were put into my mind from others, “all wrong things about co-travelling men” were vanished. I could see my father in him, who cared for me a lot with his pure heart. Made me comfortable by sitting far away, making adjustment and without any contemptment. Travelled five hours with him like a small kid having excitement of reaching home as well. He was very good, who even told other passengers to take care of me, as I am a lonely girl before getting into his stop. I didn’t talk to him much, didn’t ask for his contact details, didn’t even say good bye. He too didn’t try to talk with me at all. Unexpected care always makes you happy know? It doesn’t mean that, because of one case I will change my entire opinion, which is not advisable as well. But, I’ll definitely thank him and I know it will not reach him. But in my mind with divine daughterly kind. But I would like to really thank him for his care and concern and the god took my application with an intention to teach me a lesson. My pure gratitude to the silent helper and request for his blessings and will definitely pray god to give such mindset to all men over the world…