Every day is a lesson to life. Every moment. For me,yesterday was such a day. A day which made me think beyond the reach with my tiring brain. The day I left home after some wonderful days of happiness & togetherness.
Yesterday was a hectic day. I will never tag it as a bad day, but a day with some not-so-good moments. It was the end of my Onam holidays & today I had to get back to work. My usual schedule. I descended the bus with a half dead mind. I had a worse (still manageable) bus journey (will narrate it later.. 🙂 ). While walking through the narrow road to my hostel,my mobile warned with a battery critically low notification. And yet again I forgot to take my power bank from home. I was running out of money in pocket but wasn’t able to take a step towards the ATM. That’s why I chose to reach the hostel as soon as possible and give a rest to my back bone.
(The hostel was closed for Onam holidays last Thursday on wards. Notified before that it will re-open by Sunday evening only. I already made a call to the warden and informed her that I will be reaching by Sunday evening.)
But yesterday, the re-opening Sunday evening welcomed me with a locked gate and two of my in-mates whom I barely know waiting in front of that. My phone called the evening Azaan making me realize 6.30 pm ticked in my watch. I smiled at the two ladies. They looked worn out, tired than me. They both were over phone trying to get the Warden. But she wasn’t picking up the call. We settled our mind believing that she may be in bus on the way back here. I put down my back-pack and tried to relax myself. I tied up my messy hair, removed my scarf and started walking slowly through the street. The other two were on some other phone calls. The sun started to say good bye to the day and my watch ticked 7.00 pm. All the shops nearby was closed and I was in need of water. One of the two lend me the half bottle of water. I drank it like elixir realizing that’s the only water left for the rest of night. Meanwhile an Old lady from the neighborhood came to us and made a small enquiry on our waiting process. We kept on trying over Warden’s number & no one responded from the other end. After 7.15 pm we got her on call. She was waiting for the chief to come and hand over the key of our hostel. We have another one hour to spend in the darkness.
Typical Cochin night is ready for me. The halogen street light,singing mosquitoes, wandering cats.. Eyes peeped out through the windows and porches of the nearby houses. People were looking at us like we are alien from some other planet. A cat was finding its place near my back-pack. I grabbed my luggage and shifted to the gate. My legs started fainting and that made me sit in the side of street, in front of the gate. For my wonder the other two also settled near me. I was mute, hesitant to start a conversation. I had a smile-smile relationship with them till then. Gradually the silence between us is broken. The one lady with me is about 25+ in age. She is a field reported/ journalist in a leading Malayalam news channel.
Kerala is a place where, everyday a political party & a news channel is born. People make profit by selling common people’s common sense. One who can make drama to reality & other who makes every reality to drama.
In her words, working in a news channel seems to be a tiring job profile . She was from Kannur, a northern district of Kerala. She had a six and half hours journey from home and her eyes were in need of some sleep. We both turned to the other lady. She is reaching her 50s. She came there for a one night stay. She vacated the hostel last month. Now she flew down from Banglore for a funeral. She reached the aerodrome by 4.30 pm and the city traffic spared another one and half hours to move 23 kilometers. She have to take another 70 kilometers journey to reach the destination. Because of the security Kerala offers for a lone woman at night, she was insisted to stay back at night and start the journey early morning for the 10.30 am funeral.
By 8’o clock we were running out of water. The humidity & mosquitoes made our wait more worse. Warden kept on saying she is on the way & no trace of human in the street made us get up ourselves and walk in search of any open shops. The eyes were still watching us from the neighborhood. We loaded our back-pack and headed towards the highway. The same Old lady who came for enquiry before,appeared and again questioned about our movement. We explained our water scarcity and search of a shop. She didn’t reply and stood there till we turned a block. We found an open shop in the highway & loaded our bag with mineral water. On the walk back random topics entered our conversation. The walls between us is already broken. We started caring each other, sheltering each other. In a world where no one lends a hand, where selling a bottle of water is a need, where people live in streets; we found our security ourselves. 🙂
By 9′ o clock, still sitting in the street side, a Black Honda City halted in front of us. A middle-aged lady got out of the car and came to us. After hearing us she offered her home for us to relax. It was at the end of the block. As they were leaving to somewhere else we hesitated to take the kind offer and thanked her. Meanwhile,her husband called our Warden & checked out where she is. After making sure that she will reach soon they left in that car with a sticker showing Advocate. Good people do exists. After some time the hostel authorities came & unlocked the gate. Without any word I grabbed my keys & headed to my room. While mounting the stair, I turned back and thanked to the two other ladies. I bid adieu to them.
I bid adieu to that three hours under street light that changed my perspective over the whole world. Is there anything wrong in giving a place to sit for three ladies? My brave heart who used to travel alone took two steps aback yesterday. Don’t expect a helping hand always. World around is changing day by day.
A bath & food brought from home; call to my brother & a little chat with my writer friend; lot many weird thoughts on my day till then & my head ache offered me a nice sleep yesterday.. 🙂
32 responses to “A night in the street”
What a night that was, Nimzy! I feel sorry for all the trouble you had but you final lines show what an optimistic person you are! And what I really loved was the ‘never say die’ attitude you carried thoughout. This wasn’t merely a blog, this was a lesson for us on how to still find a flicker of light in extreme darkness. Thank you for this wonderful lesson!
Thank you so much Sri.. :* 🙂 Thank You for the words..
Never feel sorry, little incidents like this make us strong. Strong to contend anything coming on our way. For a person like me who boast over the good people in this world, this was a terrible experience. But I still respect the whole world. The whole world which makes us stronger day by day filling the darkness with little sunshine of hope.. 🙂
Your review is the most awaited one.. Thank you for that.. Lending time for reading my post.. This is why I still have hope. People sitting somewhere in the corner of the world is concerning about me.. They are showering love over me.. That means a lot.. More energy to live & realize life is awesome in its own weirdness.. 🙂 ❤ 🙂
Love you.. ❤
Oh … my … God Nimika! What a night! When you meant “hectic”, I didn’t think it had to do anything with a treacherous night God I’m really pissed at that warden right now! I hope someone gave her an earful for abandoning three girls like this. I’m so proud of the bravery and optimism you shouldered on yourself, Nimika. We should always be on the alert and move during such unavoidable situations. You are highly blessed, as God had sent someone over to take care of you in the meantime. This is a thrilling and inspirational post.
Sweet heart.. <3,
Thank you for tagging it as a thrilling and inspirational post..
Yeah! Thank God for giving me the strength to face the night with no worries.. Thank God for not making it more worse..
And I took it in a flow… everything happens for a reason! just find the reason and respect it.. That happened & ended in this post.. 🙂
You are right, Always be alert.. We all have to take care of ourselves.. 🙂
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❤ ❤ ❤ God's always with you, Nimika. So no worries at all 🙂 Somehow He'll always make sure you're all right 👍💋
Good people still exist.. But are few..and by the day getting fewer.. There is no point in expecting people to help even though we would have lent a helping hand to someone in similar situation… Nimz..you have improved in leaps and bounds from the last article you wrote… A serious social issue discussed in simple words…simple terms.. Good one and keep going..!!
Thank You Srinath.. Your words are always encouragement.. 🙂
You people makes me write, think about writing even in my busy days & hard deadlines..
Thanks a lot for the love and appreciation showering over me.. ❤
I can understand your situation …I have faced few such situations …:( and after reading your episode it brought back all those memories 😦 …but such is life and such are people out there …but amidst all those black clouds you sometime get white ones too 🙂 and you have brought that out in the end 🙂
Feeling sorry that you too faced such situations.. It was the first time I came into such a terrific situation. I have been travelling alone & staying at different places for the past 8 years and first time some odd feeling encountered me.. And yeah, amidst the dark clouds we can still see a silver line.. 🙂
i think that is what we call experience …growing each day 🙂 what good it will serve if we don’t see the other side of the coin 🙂 and what a coincidence I too have lived out of home for almost 8 years before getting married 🙂
Guess I am walking through the same path once you covered.. Same experiences coming on my way.. ❤ Similarities.. 🙂
And you are right.. Little incidents like this happens in daily life.. Experiences.. The only deal is to find the good from that and gulp the best things from it.. 🙂
🙂 may be ..some times two people living in different times can have same experiences 🙂
🙂 Cheer up 🙂 that time is over 🙂
Already pumped up with energy.. 🙂 Yaaay!! Cheers.. ❤ Love you…
Yes, Good people do exists 🙂
I guess you do keep a daily journal! I could recreate the events while reading. Nice narration. 🙂
First of all congratulations ❤ for being a wonderful photographer cum travel blogger.. All the best for your 'Journey is my path'. Conquering a dream passing several hurdles. You are great.. 🙂
And about the journal.. As I said before, I have 1000s of such narrations with me..But often, My mind and my busy schedule is not complementing with my writing.. But kind words & love from you people always makes me write more & is pushing me forward.. Thank You.. ❤
Thanks a lot for your kind words and wishes.
Oh yes, you did mention that you do write daily but posting is regularly irregular.
Btw i’m just curious about the reporter from Kannur. Do you still remember the name? 😉
Ha ha.. Yeah!!
She works for Media One… Bincy is her name.. 🙂
From Koothuparambu properly.. 🙂
Ok, Not the one I thought I knew. 😉
Wish you read this.. Story about a man’s journey.. 🙂
Thank you for sharing 🙂
Why couldnt it be “A wait in the street” !?!? Anyway both apts , i guess…
Thought of so many titles and ended up in this.. 🙂
Guess both suits.. Anyways thank you for your suggestion.. ❤
Glad that the you entered the hostel safely. But don’t lose hope. There are good people. Kindness prevails at least in a few places.
Visit this link – http://www.scoopwhoop.com/news/girl-lost-her-way-walker-purchase-her-a-flight-ticket-to-coimbatore/
Oh yes Dinesh.. 🙂
I read this news a one or two weeks before.. And yeah! Good people do exist.. somewhere!
Always hoping for the best!! 🙂
“Every day is a lesson to life!” Totally agree with you! 🙂
By the way, Nimz, You’ve been chosen as one of today’s nine blogs in That’s So Jacob’s Ninth Month Blog Challenge! I challenge you to find nine blogs you find interesting and give them a comment to brighten their day…well, eight other blogs and mine 😛 Copy this message in your comment and enjoy your new blog friends. #HappyBlogging Cheers!
Aww.. Thank You Krupa… 🙂
Thank You for choosing me as one of the nine blogs… 🙂
Glad that you found something interesting in my blog.. 🙂