There were very heavy downpours a couple of days ago, and Bangalore’s roads, which are dug-up most part of the year, become hazardous. On such days pools of water camouflage the potholes.
We were returning home in our car when someone on a bike just ahead of us suddenly fell down. His pants got utterly drenched, and he seemed to be hurt too. My husband got down from the car and found out that he was a delivery boy headed to our complex. We were only 200 meters away, so we asked him to finish his job and wait for us at the security point. I rushed home and got him a fresh pair of pants, some medicines, and snacks. He was not hurt too bad, by God’s grace, and after changing, he took the meds and food and went his way after thanking us.
It made me think about how easily we press a few buttons on our phones and order things; how angry we get when our orders don’t get delivered on time — maybe we should stop and think about those who brave the weather and traffic to serve us. Maybe we should choose to be kind the next time there is a delay.