A tryst with trust
“Trust thyself” a sermon so common, almost a cliché
for all of us. But when it comes to put into practice, this cliché goes out of sight.
That’s why, when in need; we look everywhere else for trust apart from inside.
A few months back, we, a mother-daughter duo
went for a day trip to a hamlet called Mayapur in West Bengal. Google or Travel
guides don’t come handy especially when the destinations are from one small
town to another obscure place. Therefore, we had to rely on locals for our way
back journey plans. After talking to a host of people, we decided to leave the
place after sunset so that we would reach back home comfortably
before midnight, ideally it was a five hour journey.
But as we boarded the first local bus, we realised
that the home ward journey wouldn’t be as smooth as expected. The castle of
expectations was crumbling down, tension was building up and our clarity of
thoughts was becoming obscure like the view outside the bus. I could listen to
everyone’s voice apart from mine. The first bus stopped at a high way and asked
us to get down for the next journey. In that God forbidden place, a lady
co-passenger came forward and advised us to go to the next village bus stand
where she could help us to get the next bus. My mother was skeptical but I
dragged her to follow that lady.
Soon realised that the definition of a bus stand was
as elusive as one’s imagination, and for all practical purpose it was a make
shift stand to load and unload goods. But the lady kept her promise and introduced
us to an agent who could give us bus reservations. To our delight, we saw some
buses approaching the stop, my mother rushed towards the buses to beg the
conductors to accommodate us. But all her plea went in vain! After repeated
requests, finally the agent agreed to book two seats in the last bus of the
night by charging double the amount. We were left with no choice, even though
we knew that the village market would be closed before the arrival of the bus.
Miseries were not over yet, soon we were told that the last bus was delayed
indefinitely for some unknown reasons. Soon shutters of the shops were rolled
down, lights were turned off and the roads were deserted. Apart from us, a few
labourers of that agent were waiting to unload the consignments.
It was at that juncture, I could hear my inner voice.
It kept on assuring me that everything was fine and it was just a passing
phase. For the first time probably during the day, I believed the voice
instantly. Soon, I could see a temple across the road where people were
erecting a podium and placing canopies for the upcoming festivities. It was a
night shelter in disguise for us and the trust that everything was fine. My
mother was fighting her battle to find back her trust. But soon we got back the
trust in ourselves, which gave us patience and strength to wait for the bus
until midnight. Finally the bus arrived; thanked the agent and the lady
for helping us to get the seats. At the wee hours of the next day morning, we
were at home after meeting the trust within us.
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