On the 2nd of March this year, early in the morning, 530 AM, I was driving to the airport to board a flight to Ahmedabad. About 10 kms short of the Bangalore airport, on the road, I saw a woman signaling cars to stop, to may be drop her to the airport. Cars whizzed by in complete ignorance of her, as did I. Moments later I had this question in my head, why didn’t I stop?
Was it because it is unsafe these days? Was it because I don’t care and it’s not my problem? Was it some other fear? I felt uncomfortable about it, took a U-turn, stopped my car. She sat on the back seat. She looked as if she were in her 50’s. Not a word said, I drove to the airport as I were, assuming she’s going there too. She was.
As we walked from the parking to the terminal, we exchanged a few words. She was still in a rush as if almost missing her flight. As we were entering the airport terminal, she said she had been waiting 45 minutes for someone to stop. She asked for an email address. I was carrying one of my books, I handed it to her and said she would find it there.
I never heard from her.
The question – why didn’t anyone stop to help out – hung in my head for a while. I concluded in my head that the world is a selfish place, though all was forgotten after a while.
On 29th of April, I was boarding a flight from Delhi to Bangalore. I’d reached the airport a couple of hours early.
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