strAnge night

We were returning from an International Seminar held by Nirma University, Ahmedabad. It was around 12am and we were on the roads of  this heritage city for the first time!

“Its so dark, I cant see any auto on the way” my friend gasped in my ears.
“Lets see what happens. We will keep walking until we see any auto rickshaw over here” I answered in a serious and tensed tone.image source -

We reached there just a day before that day to attend a seminar and were late in returning at home. We stayed at my uncle’s home there which was remarkably far from the University. We were strange in that city and were not able to find our way back to home.

Although bus and cab service was available from Nirma University to drop us all at different places. But as we were not aware about any single route, we faced trouble once the bus left, dropping us alone on a dark road at night.

There were only few people on the roadsides and we pretended to be brave girls while walking!

After a walk of few minutes, we saw an auto coming towards us. We felt relaxed inside but neither of us was sure what to do next.

“Here is an auto, call him please.” I asked my friend finally.
“Auto….” she yelled upon and it appeared slowly towards us and eventually stopped.

We were hardly able to explain about our destination. Seated in.

As we were  traveling through, the auto driver started murmuring something odd. We were scared and didn’t dare to answer anything. He raised his voice gradually and we were still silent looking at each other. All we could do was counting on distance and trying to see some familiar roads to our way.

After quite long distance, suddenly auto stopped and a gentleman came in our auto. That man was quite tall, bright and seemed polite from his face. He asked us where we were going and started conversation.

We both felt relaxed and explained hastily about the situation thinking we may get some help or better idea to reach back home.

He said, “you are going on wrong way my child, this auto man is drunken. Cant you see that?”
We froze on our seat. We could not utter.

Eventually he guided the driver through out the way and we reached our destination.

That kind man also got down from the auto with us and talked with that dunked driver. The conversation lasted few minutes with unusual talks between them. Once he finished and auto drove far from us, that unknown kind man walked towards us. We looked scared, froze and confused at time.

Later he managed to call my uncle from his phone. Eventually, we saw my uncle walking towards us crossing the street. We were not even able to see everything clearly due to darkness and dim lights on the road.

We headed back with my uncle towards home after few minutes.

We told him briefly about entire incident and pointed him towards that gentleman who actually helped and saved us that night. image source -

Jerk! As we turned back to see him, that gentleman was not there! We quickly searched around to find him and importantly to thank him for his kindness but all in vain! We tried to see as far as we could, but no one was there. We were not even sure about how and when that fellow disappeared from our sight!!

Later, we kept walking with my uncle who sounded “not interested” to hear more about the person who helped us…!

That night, I was engrossed in thoughts and couldn’t sleep till late. Was that a form of goodwill on this earth? God’s fellow? Humanity? Illusion?


3 thoughts on “strAnge night

  1. Really interesting story, I faced the similar but not same problem, that time only one thing in my mind was that if we doing good and help someone who really need it then god always with us . Keep writing 🙂

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