Abdul Wasi - 68
AUG. 11, 2020
I had recently moved to Srinagar from Jammu. I take the commuter rail into the city, and one stormy winter’s day the train was delayed for hours. People were cold, wet, tired and grumpy. When I finally made it to my home, well after dark, I found a car covered with snow and blocked by a two-and-a-half-foot wall of snow from a plough and a helpless man standing next to it. Without a shovel and feeling frustrated and teary-eyed, he searched his car for a makeshift tool. He had to resort to using his hands to clear the snow and dreaded asking someone to lend him some help, further delaying his journey home. After making a couple of passes with his arms and hands to clear the snow off the car, I approached him, offered help, shovelled the car out, offered my snow brush to clear off the windows. He was thankful enough! We made fairly quick work of digging the car out and we both went our separate ways. On my way home, I was happy and contended.