I wish i had missed that bus..!

Fed up with the awkward pre-semester bus timings, i was bemused in my bewildered self while waiting for my R Bus. Often in such situations i keep myself occupied by wathing the throng of people passing by. I was knocking up like the nozzle of a pressure cooker when ever i saw a bus approaching and was flattened every time i found it was the wrong bus.

Frustrated with the prolonged delays, i thought i'll take a stroll down the side walk and come back. Just as i was taking my first steps, i saw her, a young blonde with a fair complexion. Making her way through the couples walking before her holding hands and expressing their affection in all kinds of ways. Her cherubic face and her supple body glowed like the reflections of still waters on a sunny day.

Its not her blonde hair or her beautiful face that left me staring at her as she struggled to wheel her way up a slope to the dorms.Yes, she was a cripple on a wheel chair..! Its not that i havent seen a physically challenged people before, but i didnt expect to see one in a state university.

My conscious was screaming at me , to go ahead and help her through, but my indian bread inhibition was holding me back feeding my concious alll kinds of excuses. i was being flooded my all kinds of thoughts.In a country where people seem so amicable on the outset , who stick a smile on their faces and utter unexpected friendly greetings.why is she alone ? why isn't some one helping her ? Is it her Ego or self respect that prevents her from asking for a help.? Or isn't there really no one to help her ?

Just as the frog was about to get out of the well and open his eyes to the world around, arrived the R Bus. I saw her, struggle her way through the slope and now with a sense of relief wheeling down the slope to the dorms. The guility bastard got on the Bus..!