The Strangers and the Stray

I was disturbed by the news about the atrocities against women on New year’s eve at Bengaluru.

During the early hours of the same day, I was travelling alone from Nagarcoil to Eranakulam. I got out of the bus at Vytilla at around 1:30am. As the tail lights of my bus bid me goodbye, I realised I was at the wrong place! My taxi was waiting at the next stop. The road was at an elevation. There were some autos parked at the side, which was at a lower level. There were steps leading to this auto stand and the entrance of the shops on that side. And then I saw them- three men and a stray dog. They were standing near the steps with the dog comfortably resting a few  feet away. I soon realised that I needed help with the directions to that place for my taxi. I turned to one of the men who explained the place in detail. And then I waited. Vehicles of all sorts rushed by. Another bus stopped and two people got us and disappeared into the night. And I continued my wait.. with the 3 men a few feet below..and the stray which had now come upto the top most step. It actually took only around 10 minutes but the cold night breeze and the anonymity of the surroundings made me feel like it was ages. When my taxi arrived, I sent a silent prayer of thanks and rushed in. And I took a final glance at my anonymous protectors- the three strangers and the stray. I failed to thank them but I will never forget them. If they were heartless, they could have easily snatched my phone away, given the wrong directions to my taxi and harmed me. Not another soul was watching. No.Instead, they took up the role of my silent protectors. And I pray that someday, their women will have similar good souls to aid them. It assured me that there is still an ounce of  goodness remaining in this perishing world.

Author:

Nothing but a recipient of Christ's grace. I am a young doctor and I use this space to find meaning in the bedlam of my thoughts. My blog might resonate with the screams of a young adult finding her place in life, the stench of hospital corridors, images of the many people who intrigue me and the lessons my Saviour Jesus teaches me.

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