Act Of God

The very sight of a beggar would give me fits. Occasionally I would find myself cursing the species, not realizing our status on the Facebook of God, until and unless destiny dragged me to such a situation from where my outlook changed.

As soon as I stepped out of my office, I found myself surrounded by a rowdy looking one more species called the protesters.The crowd seemed to swell like a flood of water. Displaying their flags and their identity, they were shouting for their demands to be met by the government. Least bothered by the inconvenience they were causing, they seemed to drown themselves in their own din.

Perplexed and puzzled as I was, I just stood like a statue where I was because never before had I ever experienced such a flood of people as I hailed from a small town. I was out in a big city earning my living. Suddenly, something hit me hard and I fell down unaware of the worldly world.

The next moment I found myself among queer-looking faces. Hurriedly I got up, but a strong hand held me as I was going to stand up. One kind but ragged face told me everything. She told me how I was trapped among protesters. A sharp glass-missile had hit me on my head and I fell unconscious. As the place was their 'estate,' they brought me to safety. It was impossible for them to take me to hospital and so they tried to give me first aid as I had a deep cut on my fore-head. Then they tried to regain my consciousness. I was perplexed as to how to react to the good Samaritans.They told me that my office-bag with all the contents were intact including my phone in my pocket. I checked everything and sure enough, everything was in its own place. Untouched!

The woman told me that I could call my friend whoever I want to and call for help as the area was now calm and quiet. The police had arrived and the situation was now under control. I looked at my watch and realized that I was unconscious for about two hours since I left my office. Someone offered me water and I simply could not refuse. Then I called up my friend, whom I had to give the address after asking my saviors.

Unknowingly, I found myself gossiping with the queer creatures of God. About an hour later, I was informed that someone was asking about me. I took leave of my newfound friends, the same species with whom now every year, I celebrate my birthday with. I was reborn among a new species.