2 incidents that I can write about here.
1. This was probably around 2 years back. It was a Saturday, and I was out in the city on my scooter for customary weekend chores like going to the bank, etc. While coming back home at around 12 noon, I saw an aged lady asking for a lift. This was less than a km from my house. I stopped, and she looked very thankful just for stopping. She asked me where I was going. When I told her, she asked me to drop her just at the 4-roads near my house. While approaching the junction, I asked her where she was going. She said she wanted to go to Bank of Maharashtra, which was half a km ahead of where I live. I thought it's hardly a big deal for me, maybe an additional 5 mins. But it would save the old lady a lot of trouble, since she may have to wait for a bus to get there, or worse, walk. I told her that I would be dropping her to her destination. She seemed a little surprised, and very very thankful. When I dropped her, she blessed me so many times. And I, for one, find that when elderly people bless you, they are genuine and they mean it with all their heart. It was an extremely happy moment for me.
2. This was 2-3 months back. Again a Saturday, I was running errands for mom. She had sent me to a friend of hers to give her some delicacies that she had cooked at home. I was in the Captiva this time. It was drizzling.
While coming back, I could see a small boy, maybe aged around 10, about 100 metres ahead, trying to get a lift from 2-wheelers passing by. However, nobody was stopping. I slowed down when I came near him, thinking that I would stop if he flagged me down. However, he did not even lift his hand on seeing the car. I thought seeing the SUV he had no hopes that it would stop. So, I drove past.
But going ahead, I kinda felt bad for not stopping on my own, and pulled over to the left. Then I leaned out of the window, and gestured to him to come to the car. He walked over reluctantly, and I asked him where he wanted to go. He told me the place, which was a little over 1 km ahead of my house. I asked him to get in.
While driving, I noticed that he was in a school uniform, and asked him whether he was walking back home from school. He said that he walked everyday, but since it was drizzling today, he wanted a lift. A point to mention here. The spot I picked him up from, was around 3 km from the school. This means he walks almost 5 km one way, twice a day, everyday. I felt really bad for him.
When we approached the junction near his house, he asked me to drop him there. I asked him how much further it was. He said it was 2 mins to walk. I insisted that I drop him home. He was hesitant, but agreed. I think he was conscious about what his folks might think if they saw him getting out of a big car.
On reaching the place, he got off the car, mumbled a thanks, and ran straight off. I saw that the house was one of those what we call "jhopdis", standing among many others, in a field with wild vegetation around. Judging by the looks of the locality, it probably housed daily wage laborers and the kind.
I felt really sad for this boy who was taking all these hardships year after year, in pursuit of just basic education. At the same time, I felt extremely happy about having done someone a good turn, and wished that he and his family may see better times in life.