
I was not aware of the day... for me it was just another day away from home…
I woke up at 12:30 pm and still doesn’t feel like to got out of bed... around at 4:30 pm finally I got up from bed to do some saaf safai of room.. as a part of ritual followed during diwali. After completing everything I was not feeling like to go anywhere but I had promised to visit my relatives place… their home is in chembur which is far away from where I am staying in khar. I managed some how to prepared myself mentally… still I was not feeling like to go anywhere. For the first time in Mumbai I traveled by city bus… I took the bus from khar to bandra and then from bandra to chembur naka… thanx to the person sittin near to me in the bus, who guided me the root to reach my relatives place… I took a auto rickshaw from chembur naka to go near to ashis theatre… on the way I thought of to take some sweets.. as it was the diwali occasion… I asked the rickshaw wala to stop at a sweet shop , which was too crowded. It took some time for me to get the sweets…. I don’t know what came to my mind at that time.. I told the guy to packed all the sweets except one.. that I took in my hand and gave it to the rikshaw wala and wished him “happy diwali”… that guy get suddenly changed.. he started smiling and got excited… I was amazed.. he then started giving thanx to me… he told that since last 8 years he is driving auto rickshaw and no one had ever wished him and offered him a sweet… I could feel his happiness and feelings… I started feeling good within me… I realized it is diwali.. I could hear the sounds of crackers… I started enjoing the lights in the sky…
May be for the first time in last 8 year he got the feel of Diwali... It does not cost me anything … I also enjoyed the moment … I felt the satisfaction in me...
In this life we are so much busy doing many things that we never get time to recognize others… who are not our colleagues in office nor our partners in business… but they are the people who are also the part of our life in some way…
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