It happened to me!

Last year on one fine day I was on my way to my home from the Santacruz airport where I work regularly. I am a defence employee who goes on work onto the aircraft everyday. This is at a distance of 8 kilometers from my stay at Sion, Mumbai. I was relatively new to this city, not knowing much about the city, culture, traditions and people. On that day I knew I had enough fuel in my bike when I parked my bike outside the entrance gate of airport where it has to be parked for next 8 hours.

At 3 pm when I packed up I just kicked my bike and started off to my home. On the highway my bike halted after few hiccups. I just checked but to my surprise fuel cock was in “reserve” position. Someone has stolen the petrol from it in those hours where it was parked.As I did not have the lock at the fuel cock selection it would have been an easy task for the stealer. Anyway, I was in real trouble now as where to refuel.of course there were two pumps, but both 2 kilometers away in either direction.To tell you I am a bit shy fellow to ask for help from strangers. That too at highway where traffic was at its full swing, nobody waiting for none. It is not that I did not want help rather I am sort of in thinking “will somebody help me out?” I had always been under the impression that people of metros are rude; not having time for anything including help others.So I opted for towing. I decided to keep on carrying the bike to the nearest petrol pump on walk. It was a hot and humid day and I was sweating profusely.

Very uncomfortable, annoyed and occupied in my thoughts when suddenly a biker stops beside me and enquired about my foot marching along with the bike. I told him the incident. Then he said if I had a bottle or pipe to takeout fuel from his bike. I was really surprised that someone can help to somebody in this world these days. Since I had none of these things he proceeds along to his way. To my utter surprise I saw this guy again at 50 meters ahead with his friend. This time with a bottle of fuel enough for my bike to carry me to the pump. I wondered what if this man had some important appointment this hour. Why should he help me whom he never knows? I was never going to come on his way again in this big city so that I could help him in near future in return? Why?Anyway I thanked them for their kindness, particularly this gentleman. Then I said to him “I really do not know how to thank you! But may I pay you for this petrol”? He smiled and kicking his bike he replied “need not to pay money to me still if you wish to thank me just help someone who will be in need and definitely will come on your way someday like you came on mine!!!!!!!!” and he went.A small incident but do not you feel this world is still worth to live???A small incident; But do not you feel it was worth narrated?