3 DAY 3

I didn't cook properly yesterday. It was mostly boiled potato and rice. True speaking I didn't wanted to cook at all. But I always remember my promise. I just have to. I didn't as well sleep properly. That was a kind of small adventure, at least for me. I actually didn't have that kind of moment before.

I slowly got up from bed, looked in the mirror and said to myself, "I can do it. It's not that big deal. I can handle it". I wore my work clothes, which is mostly a shirt and formal pants and my hair tied in a bun on top of my head with no hair on my face. One look and you can say I look like a girl who has a lot of ambition but no fashion.

I got ready and went out. On my way, I saw a lady on the road waiting for somebody or something, I don't know. She was old and tired. She looked like she was lost and afraid that somebody will rob her and she won't be able to defend herself. I had some time so I went to her and asked if she was alright.

At first she looked at me with her eyebrows frowned hard and I tried to look as calm as possible. "I m OK. I am just new to this city. My son will be here soon to pick me up", said the lady after judging me from my appearance or something.

"If you want, I can be here until your son gets here", I said as I didn't want her to be there alone. She was too tired and I didn't want her to fall.

"That's OK. Look there's my son", she said pointing in a far direction. I tried to see, but all I could see was a bunch of fancy cars whose name I didn't even know.

"OK then, bye. My bus is also here", I said walking to my bus. Luckily I got a seat and I watched through the window. A big nice car just stood in front of that lady and a tall guy got out of that car. He went near her and touched her feet and the lady burst into tears. The guy was about to turn when the bus started to move. I couldn't even see that guy who has such a great car and also manners with that. Maybe that guy isn't the biological son of that lady as she looked old enough to be his grandmother. Maybe they love each other enough to introduce each other as Mother-Son.

In all that things I even forgot what happened yesterday. I was no more heavy headed. All the way I kept thinking what I saw. It felt great. Its not everyday you see something like that. Usually I find the street ruffians whistling and taunting girls (never me, of course. I know why), thugs snatching purses, break ups and lot.

I went to my office and I saw my boss looking at me. I could tell that he was definitely thinking about yesterday as he was trying to control his laughter. Well that the first time I saw him smiling out of something funny. I hope the image of me in his mind due to yesterday's event is funny and not stupid.

My day was quite good as my boss was a not a gossip queen and had no interest to shared the story. It felt good.

Hope I get to meet that guy.