How do we measure someone’s kindness?
How do we measure someone’s kindness? Here are three incidents involving people whose faces I don’t remember. Even if I met them again by chance, I am unsure if I would recognize them, yet their presence in my life is remarkably significant. THE ONE WITH THE BIKE ACCIDENT When I was a student at Presidency college, I used to take either 27H or 40A to reach Annasquare, via Triplicane bookshop lane. Everytime I go across that area, the city dwellers on either side of the road will be proceeding with their routine. Around 7.30am, the bus will cross the lane, I wouldn’t have had breakfast, the smell of dried fish will make me unpleasant, I will be stern and will not turn on either side, wait for the bus to pass that area. One day, after paying PhD enrolment fees at Madras University, I rode back to my home crossing that lane, there was a lorry in some distance and strangely a hanging wire fell from the post on a moving loaded lorry, I stopped my bike as the lorry moved forward,