Today I was travelling in bus on my way to home. When the bus arrived I was bit nervous. I entered and sat next to an old lady who was eating Biscuits. I felt hungry from past noon. I had noChai & noSnacks. So more hunger. In my case,
Hunger + someone_eating_Food
= Hunger multiply Hunger.
With this hunger, I looked at her, she smiled and offered me the packet.
Such a nice lady, I thought for first. Hunger sometimes can override your emotions. #Beware said my mind to me and I paused to say no. I thought to say no, but why should I say no ? On what ground ? Just because she is unknown, I should refuse any food ? I smiled and took two Biscuits. She asked my name, and I said Masoom. Her smile grew more, she complimented me for my name. (Masoom means innocent) I thanked her. Biscuits finished. She offered again. I took two more. I confessed that I was hungry. I asked her name. She replied her name is “Rita”, and started our conversation. She asked me about the reason for travel. I said that I am traveling to home from my campus. I asked the same, she said she is also returning home from hospital. I asked whether someone is admitted, she denied. She said she works as Nursing staff. It is always inspiring for me when I see working people. I said complimented her for a noble and humanitarian job. This triggered the conversation. I Shared my experience about hospital and nursing staff. But what she shared seemed more inspiring.
She has a son who is married and decided to live seperate, she agreed happily for his sons happiness. Her daughter left as she found the right guy for marriage and recently got transferred to another state.
Now only two of them, Rita and her husband lives in the house and works whole day. Yes she said it’s not home, it’s House because no one to share anything. The couple works not only to meet day to day expense but also to run away from the memories of their children. I was wondering how much a home can be hopeless. I was just unable to say anything.
I became bit serious. To which she offered me water. I gulped some, said thanks and smiled. My station came and went down from bus. I bid farewell by waving hand. She smiled. I silently prayed that She should reach home safe. A home that is really a home. Her hopefully Home.
This post is written for prompt on #WritingWednesDay .