To The Kind Lady At The Metro Station

 Have you ever had that moment in your life when you felt like it was all over and nobody could help you now?

I am sure you might have had it, or it may happen someday. It's life, and we all witness its whims and fancies.

However, this post is about one of those moments of my life and the kind lady who helped me selflessly. 

It was late 2017 or early 2018, I can't remember the exact date. My memory is a little blurred, and to not blur it any further, I would like to write this part of my life.

The incident happened in Delhi. 

One fine day, I didn't recharge my Metro card because I didn't have any money. Thus, while returning from school I bought a token to reach home. 

By the time I reached my stop, I realised I had lost my token. It was around 4:30 pm in the evening. I could have paid the fine and exited the station, but I didn't have the money for that either. 

So, my mind starts racing, fear crept in, and I'm like I might get arrested anytime now. I sat on the stairs and tears started streaming down my face, feeling as if my life had ended. The people would go and come and would stare at me awkwardly as I sat there holding my school bag, crying and not knowing what to do.

After around 90 minutes, the kindest lady stranger arrives at the station in a hurry to catch her metro train.

She might be in her early 40s, and as she passed by me, she stopped, crouched to my level, held my arms, and went, '' Hey, what happened? Why are you crying?''

Listening to her, I cry more and narrate my situation. The lady sighed, held my hand, used her MetroCard, and helped me exit and went away in a hurry. It happened so fast that I didn't get any time to process what just happened or to thank her.

Today, even her face is blurred in my memory. I know I won't be able to find her and say thank you in person, but I want to thank her every day in my prayers. 

Perhaps God sent her to help me, or I was lucky. I don't know the answer but I am grateful to her at every moment of my life. Now, when I find someone asking for help. her blurred face flashes before my eyes and I try to return the kindness given to me to others.

I am writing this to remember the stranger and her kindness through my blurred memory.

Thank you. Dear kind lady.