Many years ago, I was miles away from my home country and family. What I missed the most was taking care of my mother and being there for her. There were times when I would talk to her on phone or even skype. But I would constantly worry about her. She did not have any one to talk to and neither did I. Many a times I would be pensive and clueless on why I was there.
Life had to go on, though. Every morning when I would go to work, there was an old lady who I saw walking across the street. She was always alone. The houses were far apart and people busy in their lives. Often, we exchanged a smile. After a few days I concluded that she lived alone and perhaps did not have any family to come and visit her. I thought of my mother. She was alone just like this old woman.
When I approached that lady, her wrinkles and the age that was so visible on her face, melted my heart. We exchanged pleasantries and started interacting. She was delighted that someone did care to stop by and ask, how she was. Her smile lit my face. She had stories of her house, her kids and all her happy days to recite. A feeble thought crossed my mind, just like God sent me to talk to this lady, maybe he sent someone there to talk to my mother. Or maybe her daughter somewhere was praying that someone be with her mother.
Within it felt good, complete, being there for her, a stranger.
Sometimes being there for someone, fills the void in our lonely hearts.