A Stubborn Show

It is said that when a disaster is to occur the thundering starts and the dogs start barking and other things that seem serene go to their extremes. It did not happen this time as was said, it came as a shock akin to a wrecking ball tearing down a building that was just nearing completion. But then again it can’t be said to have come unnoticed. Nothing or no one ever comes like that, there is always some warning or a sign in the least that one knows about. He knew it when it came, but he was not ready to accept it, no one really is ever ready for disaster and neither was he. It was poetic in fact because he was normally the one who was the harbinger. It came, it seen, it conquered. He could hear the rain getting wilder as he sat on those steps, and thought that maybe those warning signs were true after all, just delayed in its arrival.

He helped the old lady get up from the pavement, she had slipped after her ankle twisted. “ Thank you my child “ she said. He felt good as he was helping the elderly. He helped his neighbor with a sum of money for his father’s operation. “ Thank you my neighbour “ he said. He felt good as he was helping his neighbour. He helped with the weeding arrangements of one of his office colleagues. “ Thank you for the help “ the couple said. He felt good as he was helping his friend. He helped the security guard of his complex to scratch the code of the voucher and recharge the phone. “ Thank you saheb “ the watchman said. He felt good as he was helping a needy person. He felt needed. He felt good. He felt he was of some utility. The moment he entered his home after a tiresome day at work his mom asked him to help her with the groceries. He said “ I’am tired, I cannot “ His mom said something. He went straight to his room. He didn’t bother to fe...