Monday, July 26, 2010

A Terrific Twenty Minutes

This happened at an island about 4651km away from Mumbai. It was already 36 hrs that we didn't call back home to inform we were safe. At 1800hrs the phone at our hotel room rang and it was one familiar yet worried voice trying to confirm who was at the receiver's end. Oh! that was our Mom, not ready to listen a single word after she confirmed that it was us, kept on saying 'Why didn't you call back... why didn't you call back'. We told her we will call her back in sometime as a local vendor told us we can buy Sim cards from there and call back for a very meagre amount. The hotel charged us around 40 times the rate so it wasn't a good option for us.
The shop was 15mins walk away from the hotel and we couldn't afford a highly expensive taxi that the hotel offered us, we decided to walk. Very little light on the streets. We were all alone. Soon the words we spoke echoed, our heartbeats ran faster, we could hardly see the road and the vehicles that moved at a lightning speed didn't even stop for a lift.
I started chanting God's name, thinking if the call i attended was the last one. From nowhere did this car appeared who halted seeing us trying to stop him for a lift. M started worrying!!! why so! in such situation we should be happy.. right? we at last got someone who is ready to drop us. But who can it be? What if he is a thief, a bad guy who can do some wrong to us!! We have ended ourselves in a tough situation now. We were paranoid to see it was the police. Gosh! We didn't even carry our passports.
He wondered why we were out walking in a lonely dark street in a totally foreign place. When we told him our concern he asked us to hop in the car. He was a friendly man, listening to the live commentary of a football match. On the way he asked us how we would return? We said him that we had no clue. To our surprise he offered to drop us back to the hotel. We readily accepted the offer.
Still having doubts in our mind that why would some one help us without any reason. Even the cops in India don't do that for the local. There is something he is hiding perhaps. After we took the Sim card he dropped us back. Giving a gentle serene smile he waved us bye. I couldn't stop myself clicking his pose. And that was end of our plight. We kept laughing uncontrollably at ourselves as we had imagined a hell in the last twenty minutes.
(Later I found that the crime rate in the country is hardly any.)

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