goodness lives..

On a typical sticky, sweaty afternoon, I started walking from home to work. I did not have my bike at my disposal today and public transport isn’t a viable option during this time of the hour. Thankfully, my workplace isn’t very far, hence decision to walk looked sensible. Just as I was almost half way through, a taxi stopped me.Sir, are you walking this way (the driver pointed towards the turn that takes me to my workplace)?

Yes – I exclaimed.

Please hop on, I will drop you – the driver responded.

Thanks, but am half way through. Thanks any ways – I clipped back.

Never mind Sir, you are walking in this heat and am going that way, you don’t have to pay for the ride – the driver answered.

I finally gave up, and hopped in and he dropped me in front of my workplace.

I did pay him, nevertheless and though initially reluctant, he accepted it.

People like you are seldom found, it was nice to meet you – I signed off with this statement, and we bid adieu with a smile on his face.

I would love to tag this person in this write up, but no. Sometimes, I beg to think that tagging isn’t that important. Feeling the goodness around us was the required flavor. I felt it in abundance today.

Published by lifeoholic

Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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