In a world where the pace of life often leaves little
room for genuine human connection, it's heartening to come across stories that
remind us of kindness that exists among us. Today, I want to share one such
story that reaffirmed my belief in the goodness of people.
It all began on a typical day, much like any other. My
friend offered me a ride to work. Grateful for the convenience, I accepted
without a second thought, little realizing that this simple gesture would soon
unfold into something extraordinary.
As we navigated through the morning traffic,
conversation flowed effortlessly between us, punctuated by shared laughter and
the sound of melody streaming through the car’s speaker. It was a pleasant
start to the day, filled with warmth.
As we reached the familiar sight of our workplace, my
friend pulled in his car so I could step out. I hastily stepped out of the car
because of the commotion induced by persistent honking of another car that was
right behind us.
I got off the car in a flustered state of mind and just
as the door clicked shut behind me, a realization dawned—my phone, my lifeline
to the world, was still nestled on the dashboard of my friend's car.
Panic surged through me like a tidal wave as I
frantically searched for ways to contact him. With each failed attempt to reach
him, my anxiety mounted, threatening to overwhelm me.
Desperate for a solution, I retreated to the familiar
sanctuary of my desk, fingers trembling as I navigated to his Instagram profile
over web, hoping against hope that he would see my message.
Little did I know that my friend had embarked on his
own mission to get my phone back to me. He had been trying to reach me through
WhatsApp with the hope that I would check WhatsApp Web.
Given I couldn’t log on to WhatsApp web without my
phone, his messages didn’t reach me and with no option left, he decided to hand
over the phone to me in person. The building's security, wary of unfamiliar
faces, hesitated to let him in. Yet, he persisted, his conviction unshaken as
he tried his best to get my phone back to me.
Having lost hopes of hearing back from him in
Instagram, I was pondering over other ways to reach out to him when a sudden
ring from my desk phone jolted me back to the present - It was a call from the
security desk. With a racing heart, I answered the phone, bracing myself for
what I might hear.
"Hello?" I said, my voice tinged with a mix
of apprehension and anticipation.
"Hi, this is the security desk," came the
calm voice on the other end of the line. "We have a gentleman waiting
outside. He says he has your phone. Could you please come to collect it ?"
Relief flooded over me like a wave crashing onto the
shore. I hurriedly made my way to the entrance of the building, guilty of
having caused so much trouble to him.
As I stepped outside, I saw my friend waiting patiently
- he had his phone pressed close to his ear, engaged in what appeared to be an
important phone call. Despite this, he glanced up briefly, a reassuring smile
lighting up his face as he signaled me to grab my phone.
The fact that he made a selfless decision to come all
the way from his office in Chennai’s sweltering summer heat despite having a
meeting on his schedule, touched my heart in ways words can't express.
As I returned to my desk, with my phone in hand, I
couldn't help but wonder about the lengths to which people would go to ensure
someone’s well-being and happiness :)
