Christmas Eve 2015.
Beaten black and blue by the floods that hit my part of the city, Chennai, just 20 days back, I was trying to cope with lot of losses, one of which was, my positive spirit.
Our original plan was to invite my entire family that includes my parents, my brothers’ family from Hyderabad and sisters’ family from Bangalore to our place for Christmas celebrations. The house had become unhostable after the floods and hence we were travelling to my parents place to celebrate Christmas. Though my parents live in the same city as mine, we were to cover 30 plus kilometers.
The mood was sober in the car and somewhere we realized we haven’t picked up cakes and pastries. By the time we realized this, we had crossed almost all the best bakeries in town.
There were three pairs of eyes looking out for the next decent bakery and all of us sighted the best one in town. The only problem was we were on the opposite side of the road where the bakery was. Reaching the bakery in the car would mean going to the other side travelling another 10 minutes and crossing a bridge, taking a U turn and then travelling back again. And the traffic was unforgiving that day especially, making it look like everyone in town was planning to celebrate Christmas.
As usual J had a solution. Dennu and I will cross that mad road and pick up what we needed and come back. Meanwhile J will try holding back the car in the space ( on a really busy road), we managed to park temporarily.
Dennu was happy about being the man of the moment. There was maddening traffic and I saw my son guiding me across the road till we reached the median and in one jump he got onto the median. The median, was about 3 to 3 and a half feet and there was no way I could climb on top of it.
Dennu was encouraging me saying that I can do it, but I was sure I couldn’t make it, but still I gave it a couple of un lady-like tries. And remember I was in the middle of the road where traffic was zipping by - two wheelers and car drivers giving me that irritated look, some of them even slowing down to gape at the acrobatics.
That’s when it happened.
A car was slowing down near us. A silver colored sedan. Didn’t notice the make. It stopped next to me. Window glasses were already lowered and the drivers head was out. He had a warm smile. He looked at me and kept his palms on the windows of this car and told me “ put your legs here and climb on to the median”. I couldn’t believe it. I heard myself saying “Sorry that would spoil your car”. His smile got friendlier and he insisted on me stepping on the window and climbing up the median. I refused again, he looked at me and said Come on, I will help you. Here, hold my hand and by then Dennu from up the median said I will hold your other hand ma. And there I went stepping on his car’s tyre first then on the window, with him and Dennu boy helping me.
He waited until I got on, and Dennu was as excited as I was, waving him a big thank you and wishing him Merry Christmas.
Quirky Fellow – Why else would he allow anyone to step on his Cars window?
But I got back my spirit, my cheer and faith in human kind. The Christmas spirit of Joy and love filled all of us, and back in the car, recounting this, we could forget all we went through a few days back.
Santa Claus does exist and he may not come dressed in red and white with a long white beard on a reindeer, he could come like an ordinary man in a car with a big warm smile. Don’t you agree?