On a November morning, when the dark clouds crowded over the busy
town, when the gravitational pull on me when I'm on my cosy cosy bed went
extremely high, it rained.
For some reasons, I have always been in
love with the rain all through my life. Turning into a 24 year old, I still had
those beautiful feelings for running around in the rain, dancing getting
drenched, jumping around in the muddy puddles. It has always been my ambition
to be happy with whatever I've got and to be the best I can be.
(Well, yes, the rain does bring philosophical thoughts too to me)
Rolling down out of my bed, staggering
around I went about getting ready for work. I have to confess by the time I was
ready to leave home, I was getting blasé about the day’s work. And to add to
that, a little irksome mood kept peeing out as I had to go through the
beautiful rain to boring work.
The cold engine revved up and I was on my
way to JIPMER.
The road ahead was busy as people were
walking with colourful umbrellas, parents accompanying their school going
children and college busses on the mundane trips. The traffic did not do me
good. I was frowning already.
500 meters ahead, I could see a slender
figure standing right in the centre of a busy road and swaying irregularly.
Another victim of the effect of alcohol, I thought. As I was moving close to
him, I was fuming. There was a little commotion around him.
As I approached near, I realised that the
slender not-so-tall middle aged guy was wearing a raincoat and was standing
right in the centre of the road and waving to the vehicles to move on either
side of him. Curiosity replaced my little irritation completely.
Almost very close to him, I realised that
there was an electric overhead cable that was cut and lying on the road. This
guy was standing right in front of it and signalling people so that they would
avoid it and not run into it. For a moment, his eyes caught mine staring at him
so intensely. He waved his hands and I obeyed subconsciously.
I kept moving.
I took a turn and exited the main road and
continued on my way…
RESPECT.
For the Angel who wore raincoat.
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