Today..
7:30 am: "It's already 7:30!! Ohh..office again...another boring day..It's so difficult to wake up..Life's so difficult..Lemme sleep for another 5 minutes".
8:30 am: At office..
8:30-5-30: Pretending to work..
5:30: "Yay...It's Friday".
Walk from office to home: 20 minutes :Mumbling songs, thinking how good this day is, making plans for the evening, I was coming back from the office.
Just when I crossed the railway crossing, I saw an old man in a bike for disabled people. He had a dog, Jake. The first thing that came to my mind was I need to cross the road to go ahead, as there is a dog and the footpath is too narrow for me to go ahead without fearing the dog (Stupid!! I know). I thought the old man had just stopped for some reason. Didn't really bother to think more than that.
I crossed the road. And moved ahead. Just out of curiosity, I looked back. I saw the old man looking at me, with an expression I can't define in words. It was a mixture of helplessness, disappointment, hope and a great relief after he looked at me (there was no one around , just a few cars passing by). With a big sigh, he said...'OHHHH.. Do you have a mobile phone? Both the tyres are punctured. I can't move.' I replied that I had a mobile phone and crossed the road again to help him. He said 'I can't imagine this. It's horrible. Would you mind if I made a call? My wife must be on her way.' "No problem" I said. '01453... , Margaret.. Her name is Margaret'. Just as he said that, we could see an old lady at a distance who was getting a wheelchair. 'There she is, she's here'. This was a greater sigh of relief than before.
She said as she approached 'Ohh my Lord.. It's horrible. I don't believe this. How did this happen? How will we get this bike home?' The old man replied 'I don't know. I can't move. What do I do? I can't move...'(Again, expression which I can never describe in words).
He got on the wheelchair by himself. We tried to see if we could push the bike back home (around 100 meteres). But it was really heavy and Margaret said she would go back and ask one of her neighbors for the pump and pump it up so that they could move it back to the house, at least.
We started moving. Margaret was pushing the wheelchair, still deeply disappointed on what was happpening, David (the old man) was going through the same feelings and still holding on to Jake. I was following them till we parted ways. That was the end of today.
8:30 am: At office..
8:30-5-30: Pretending to work..
5:30: "Yay...It's Friday".
Walk from office to home: 20 minutes :Mumbling songs, thinking how good this day is, making plans for the evening, I was coming back from the office.
Just when I crossed the railway crossing, I saw an old man in a bike for disabled people. He had a dog, Jake. The first thing that came to my mind was I need to cross the road to go ahead, as there is a dog and the footpath is too narrow for me to go ahead without fearing the dog (Stupid!! I know). I thought the old man had just stopped for some reason. Didn't really bother to think more than that.
I crossed the road. And moved ahead. Just out of curiosity, I looked back. I saw the old man looking at me, with an expression I can't define in words. It was a mixture of helplessness, disappointment, hope and a great relief after he looked at me (there was no one around , just a few cars passing by). With a big sigh, he said...'OHHHH.. Do you have a mobile phone? Both the tyres are punctured. I can't move.' I replied that I had a mobile phone and crossed the road again to help him. He said 'I can't imagine this. It's horrible. Would you mind if I made a call? My wife must be on her way.' "No problem" I said. '01453... , Margaret.. Her name is Margaret'. Just as he said that, we could see an old lady at a distance who was getting a wheelchair. 'There she is, she's here'. This was a greater sigh of relief than before.
She said as she approached 'Ohh my Lord.. It's horrible. I don't believe this. How did this happen? How will we get this bike home?' The old man replied 'I don't know. I can't move. What do I do? I can't move...'(Again, expression which I can never describe in words).
He got on the wheelchair by himself. We tried to see if we could push the bike back home (around 100 meteres). But it was really heavy and Margaret said she would go back and ask one of her neighbors for the pump and pump it up so that they could move it back to the house, at least.
We started moving. Margaret was pushing the wheelchair, still deeply disappointed on what was happpening, David (the old man) was going through the same feelings and still holding on to Jake. I was following them till we parted ways. That was the end of today.
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