Cladded in the most modern outfit, tresses left aloft. A red lipstick streaking her face with confidence, she walks the place.Every one of them thinks high of her, she might need nothing but the wealthiest man, she might crave for a luxury world. She must be a spoilt rich brat. She doesn’t deserve the happiness she walks in.
A few whispers in the minds of her circle are clearly heard to her. She gazes down the valley there, amidst the sophisticated bantering city life. Her mind is soft, she likes peace and believes in god. Solitude has been her faithful friend.
Leaving everything behind, she walks the path bereft of people, catching the first bus that passes by her, she doesn’t know her destination but she is already feeling it.
“Why am I here? Why did I catch this bus at this time and every second feels different, every second is a place I have never been before.”
She mutters. And so she wanders places high and low, beautiful and ugly. She believes in destiny and fate. She was a believer of science. It took her to her belief, to her god, to her universe.
The butterfly effect would have to be something. She would travel and smile at people, gather the homeless street animals and find them the shelters. She would pick up the litter and have them treated. She was a walking phenomenon. She knew that her one smile would move hearts, she knew her one good deed would melt hearts. But she never knew of it’s outcome and so she waited.
One other thing she believed in was the importance of questions thrown to the vast universe. Whenever she smiled, she asked a question.
“Why did this happen to me, why does this happen to people”
She waited while the universe silently decided to answer her.
A few months ago, when her team mates called her names and gossipped around, she had quit her job and rode the first bus she opted.
In that very bus, in a corner seat, there sat a man, eyes sunken and cheeks with traces of dried tears, his vision didn’t last long, he had taken that bus in a haze. Unknown of the destination himself, like her. He was a man in his early sixties, just returning like a homeless man, hairs are gone grey and legs gone weak. He was returning from the burial ground where he just buried his youngest son. Out of the five children his wife bore and breathed her last. One went lost when she was five. Four others died year after year after they reached twenty.
It was a black luck bestowed upon him. He hated his life. With no family, meagre saved money and only memories that wretched his heart. He had decided to end himself. For the soul would then search his loved ones in the deepest of the soul realm.
The very same day, he witnessed a pickpocket in the bus. But neither of his rightful emotions nor his senses reacted. God had robbed him off from the greatest wealth he had. But there was a hustle in the bus, a girl in her early twenties fought with the thief. Her smile never left her face. Calmness prevailed in her beautiful face.
Her smile eluded the old man. Hit by curiosity, he decided to see what she does with the ten-year-old thief who was beaten black and blue by the crowd. Yet she fought, fought with all the people to defend the boy.
As the old man left his bus and followed her, for he had no destination but this girl with a heart of gold had caught him off-guard. He would solve a mystery, she was one. He would die later, he concluded.
What happened next made him fall in love with life again. In her, he saw his lost daughter, in her smile, he could feel his wife being happy. The girl took the boy to a hotel and fed his hungry stomach. The old man thought this would end there. But she then came over, took him to an orphanage, registered him there. and then applied to own the orphanage. She would adopt all the kids there!
She seemed quite wealthy to him, she seemed perfectly fit to have her own life, like any other kids of this generation, but this girl just had adopted an orphanage. She seemed to share his interest in social service.
He used to take a part of his pay and donate it to the saffron orphanage. She reminded him of his life and the services he has done. He cursed the God for robbing his children away from him.
He had blessed the girl and joined her in all her missions, travelled with her, fed the dogs and helped the poor. But never for once, he asked her about her family nor she about his. A few months later, he loved her as his own, they both brought a house and stayed in there.
The Universe smiled as it had solved her question. Everything had happened for the father and daughter to meet and save each other.
She was the lost daughter who was brought up in the saffron orphanage where her own father had donated his savings for social service, unknowingly all along. A part of it was used for raising the girl child who turned out to be a child prodigy and secured herself a double degree and an amazing job that paid her lakhs per month.
But the blood they shared, the smile she gave and the bus she took, everything was an answer to take her to her rightful place.
They now live a very happy life, she sees her father in him and loves him the most, he has made her the apple of his eyes. Both never got to know the truth!
The Universe reveals the answers but only some know of it and only some can be brave enough to believe it!
So, my stories help me grow and to be a better person and mulling over deep thoughts have always made me more open-minded to the people and situations that I face.