What do you do with Rs.660/-? Being me I would have been there standing in a musty book store confused If I should take home my own copy of Rhonda Byrne’s ‘The Secret’.
Needless to say, it wouldn’t have taken me long to realize that I have attracted all good things in life without having read it.
For more colorful divine creatures, Rs.660/- might mean another pair of not–so-sensible feelers to limp the concrete ramps. Or for all that scrubbing and peeling which makes you glow 90 watts for a week. For guys or gays (can’t differentiate both nowadays) Rs.660/- can get ‘em cool slim-fit shirts or cooing on a summer date. It’s as hot as it gets!
There I was standing at the Counter of Air India with Rs 660/- in my hand. I felt a gentle nudge on my kurti sleeve imploring me … it was my turn at the cash counter. I counted the amount again and again and again. I saw the bemused expression on her face – the customer service exec … little did she know what the amount meant for me, what it stood for and what it could do for me.
They say your heart stops for a moment when you sneeze…and you habitually thank God as you come back to life ‘Al Hamdullilah’. Others say a diamond can take your breath away. Don’t know if that’s what makes it a girl’s best friend.
I didn’t sneeze nor did I have a twinkling rock weighing down my neck. But, my life did stop for moments with just Rs.660/- in my hand …It tugged at my heart, wrenched my beliefs and moved me through a myriad of emotions.
Rs.660/- for my ticket to be postponed to 3 days ahead - to accommodate the court date for the much anticipated D Day. The day when heaven came down and soothed me with a new breath of life…
Monday noon 9/11/2009 the day I got my divorce.
Al Hamdulillah. Thank you God for being there every step of the way!
Now, deep down I know that I would rather be a Mother Theresa serving mankind than a senseless Indian wife serving one man.
Zeidi
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