I tried to scoot when I found him taking something from his pocket, but I have to turn around to do so, as he actually stopped his bike right in front of me. By then he took it out- something white in color. ""A hanky with chloroform?? Is he going to kidnap me? Should I scream?? But there is no one here to help me. Will he hurt me before I scream out loud??"" All those "happens only in movies" type freaky things started flowing into my mind.
Well, yea it is funny writing this now but it was damn scariest of all things then.
Back to the story, there was nothing like hanky or some chloroform aerosol to do me harm, it was just a piece of paper with my neighboring address on it. I felt relieved. But then something else happened. When I've depicted an imaginary map for him, he asked again , then- again.. And AGAIN!!! Ok. Here, I need to tell you, all these roads are a bit confusing, but repeating thrice before even trying to figure out the way was too much!! Well, I felt too much because he has already scared the hell out of me.
That wasn't all for the day, he then asked me if I was going the same way, and when I said " yea.. Kind of", he told me to get on the bike so he could drop me. This is something now. Why the hell dint I lie?? I tried saying that I prefer to walk. But then he suddenly acted as if he needed help. He asked me to help him find his way. When I looked into his eyes, for the first time, I thought that he really needs help (though I can't actually read eyes or something, I just felt so). Once I was on his bike, my freaky thoughts came back to me. Am I so vulnerable?? Many " how's where's what if's ..." made their way into my mind.
I thanked God that he wasn't driving fast, so as to elude me. He then told me about him. That he came from some other town this morning, his mother is hospitalized here. He is here, in this street to collect money for her operation, from his relatives, living in my neighborhood. Hearing this, I felt bad. I felt bad for the way I doubted him. I felt bad for considering his looks to judge him. And a few more reasons add up for my feeling bad. Most of us do that I guess, adding things to our existing sadness.
He dint ask much about me apart from my studies and my college, about which I guess he has no idea, in-spite of it being one of the reputed ones here. He dropped me and went on his way.
That is what people are for sometimes, to help you out and leave. I did my part today, though not perfectly, I've done it. Had I declined strongly when he asked me to get on his bike, I would have walked home, but I'm sure I would have had that creepy feeling about him. Today, I got to know, not everything is like that. We can't just judge someone by looks.
This might not be the first time you read this -" don't judge anyone by their looks" , this will not be the last one too. I'm pretty sure that everyone of us will face these kind of situations again and again in our lives. We get struck in thoughts, whom to believe and whom not. We sometimes think we are one of those face readers who can easily find what a person is upto. But trust me there will always be at least a bit more than we actually know. Don't miss it.
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