FOREVER INKED: "WRITTEN IN THE HEART"

The Beginning...

I still remember every little detail of that day.

I was reading a business magazine when my driver told me that it will take more than an hour to fix my car. I was already late and I didn't want to waste my 60 mins which can cost me more than this luxurious car.

I glanced over my window and it was raining like the sky would emptied the entire water supply on earth today itself and the sole reason why my car broke in the middle of the street.

I thought to book a cab but I guess God has another plan for me that day. I searched online but to my luck and rain no cab was available on that particular street.

My driver gave me umbrella and I stepped down from my car and started searching for any transport be it a taxi or riskshaw or even a bus.

It wasn't new for me to travel on the bus or riskshaw as my parents always taught me how to be humble and respectful to every kind be it rich or poor. I used to go to school on the school bus despite having many cars at my home but I always enjoyed being with my friends on that bus rather than my father's empty car.

I started searching for transport holding my umbrella in one hand and my coffee cup on another. But to my luck I couldn't find anything it was getting a little frustrating now with all this rain and water on the road..

And as per God's plan I saw that rikshaw who changed my life forever. I never imagined even in my wildest dream that on some random rainy day some random riskshaw ride will change my life forever in such a way...

I called the riskshaw and that rikshaw stopped in front of me. It was an elderly man trying to earn something for his family even in this weather. I told him my location and he said yes and I hurriedly sat inside.

I felt bad for that elderly man that he has to work even at this age to earn money. I started chatting with him as per my habit. I was always an extrovert person trying to understand life, values, dreams and many more things..

Me : uncle apse kuch puch sakte hai ham??

Auto driver : jii ma'am sahab puchye naa...

Me : aap iss age me bhi auto chala rahe hai vo bhi iss weather me?? kyu??

Auto driver : kya kare ma'am Sahab iss Umar me kam karna to hame bhi acha nahi lagta par majburi hai paise kamane hai to ana padta hai...

Me : par aap ese tufani Mausam me to ghar pe aaram kar hi sakte haina..

Auto driver : nahi ma'am Sahab Ghar pe aaram karege to biwi ki dawai kaha se ayegi 2 waqt ki roti kaha se layege..

I felt bad hearing his confession, I asked further : aur apke bacche??

Auto driver : ham buddha buddhi ka koi nahi hai ma'am Sahab. Ek beta tha jise bohot muskilo se pala tha padha likha ke bada kiya achi nokri lagvayi taki use hamare jese jindgi naa dekhni pade par vo to apni Biwi ko leke chala gaya ham buddho ko Marne ke liye chor diya. Ab koi hai nahi hamara to iss umar me bhi ye karna pad raha hai..

He said with teary eyes which I can see clearly in the rear view mirror. I didn't say anything I was too sad to say anything. How can a son do this to his parents, how heartless people can be.

I had already decided to help that old man. But at that moment I didn't say anything. We had just moved a little further when we saw a girl waiting for Rikshaw in this heavy rain..

Auto driver : ma'am Sahab me ye ek aur swari betha lu?? Muje thode aur paise mil jayege..

Although I had already decided something for him that would help him but maybe that girl needs this ride just like me. Maybe she is stuck in rain and needs help. And I said Yes without any hesitation.