Moment to cherish

Today , something strange happened to me. I was going to office. I was passing by my previous employer’ office. I saw building and images flocked down to my mind. How I was doing my job , how I was spending my days.. how I was daily having a cup of tea downstairs. Everything was getting clear in my mind. I saw one man and I thought he might be the husband of Shantaben , the maid at my previous office. I was looking around for shantaben. And I thought she must have been there. Just passed few buildings and I suddenly found shantaben sweeping streets on thaltej area. But the strange thing was I didn’t stop my bike to say hello to her ( though I wanted to ) . I drove ahead and probably I passed two kilometers. I was thinking very much about her. Glimpses of shantaben made me feel humble and made me on ground. I forgot my past…I didn’t want to think about the future also. The time was standstill and me too. To my surprise , I stopped my bike and turned around for thaltej. I was having apprehension that she must have left. But still the feeling of seeing her for once made me compelled to just go there. I found shataben sweeping with indifference. I just turned my bike kee off. I was there face to face with her. I thought she would not recognize me as my face was veiled with handkerchief. But suddenly I was taken aback having listen the dispersed words “Ashvinnnn bhai “ from the same indifferent lady ( not by choice but by the situation ). My throat was chocked up with pain and strange pleasure. I wanted to cry not because of meeting her but because I was also not happy with the events happening in my life… and I had been waiting for two days to share with someone..what I am feeling nowadays. And the same feeling of sharing and losing my heart made me cry. I told her that she is very nice. And I am very proud of her work and endurance. After letting out some heavy breaths I did recognized that the taste of tear drops was same when I cried for my mom. She just stood there with her clear eyes showing nothing but love. I thought how she could remember my name after three long months ( because I used to meet her for a fraction of seconds in my office ). And finally I asked her “ Kem cho Shantaben ? “ .. she answered “ tamara je vu kya che saheb “. I cannot write further. And I really don’t know why I am sharing this to you friends…but really feeling that I should not share..but still I cant resist…I hope u all will find the purpose. Sometimes things have to be left to be understood by others.